Emily Taylor

The Enigmatic Painting Emma sat in the backseat of the car, gazing out the window. Her spirits were high

**The Enigmatic Painting** Emily sat in the back seat of the car, gazing out the window. Her spirits

— Son… — Sorry, but I’m not your son. Don’t call me that. My name is Andrew. — Andrew… Andy… Son!

**Three Letters Without a Return Address** The air was still, not a whisper of wind, nor a rustle of

The Nasty Old Woman Charlotte stepped out of the taxi and waited for little Emily to climb out after her.

“Man or Muppet?” “It’s past three in the morning, and those lads upstairs are

**Sorting Out Her Love Life** “Mum, don’t get so worked up—Daniel said he loves me. We’re getting

“Following in His Footsteps” “Danny, what is it with you? Look—English, a D, maths

The Nasty Old Woman Olivia stepped out of the taxi and waited for little Emily to climb out. “

Well, this is a bit awkward, isn’t it? “You’re his *wife*?” “In the most literal sense.