Emily Taylor

Margaret looked at her grandson and felt the urge to give him such a walloping that he’d remember the

The Lamp That Almost Tore the Family Apart “Emily, Jack, which one of you broke my lamp?

**The Secretary with a Surprise** “Charlotte, remind me where my coffee is?” snapped Gregory

**A Lamp Almost Tore Us Apart** “Emily, Jack, which one of you broke my lamp?” Mum’s voice

**Diary Entry – September 12th** My daughter stood in the doorway of our cramped kitchen, gripping

Margaret absentmindedly traced the petals of the exquisite bouquet delivered half an hour earlier.

Emily flinched as the phone rang sharply. The screen flashed “Margaret Hayes” – her mother-in-law

**The Daughter Returns** “Dad, I’m leaving,” Emily’s voice trembled, but her eyes burned with stubbornness.

Emily wiped the dust in her husband’s study when her cloth brushed against a stack of papers on the edge

Emily flinched as her phone shrieked with that familiar shrill ringtone. “Margaret Harrington”