Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** I’m a husband, not a piece of furniture. *”You bought the wrong bread again.

**Diary Entry** “What do you even need it for?” “You’re calling *me* heartless?

**The Bouquet** Emma lay on her bed, eyes half-shut. Across the room, Holly sat cross-legged, reading

“I’m a Husband, Not a Coat Stand” “You bought the wrong bread again.

Lost Happiness Emily stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.

“Do you mean to tell me this bloody hound means more to you than your own children?”

“What do you need all this for?” “Are you calling *me* unfeeling? *Me?* You’re the

Clashing Personalities “Will you be late? What time are you leaving, Jim? Jim!”

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Do stop!” — Margaret turned and saw a young man in a flat

–You’re telling me this mutt matters more than the kids?!– Ingrid snapped, scrubbing