Emily Taylor

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.” “Where are you?” “At the cottage.

“You’re a husband, not a piece of furniture.” “You bought the wrong bread again.

“Why on earth would you need this all to yourself?” “You’re calling me heartless?

Lenny Fisher smacked the alarm clock on its tinny head and stumbled barefoot into the kitchen—only to

**Diary Entry** “Oh, hello there, kingdom of chaos! Vicky, you’re home all the time. You could’ve

**A Right Pig’s Dinner** *”Are you seriously saying that bloody dog matters more than your own children?

The kitchen was a battlefield, strewn with the debris of a long day. The moment Emily’s mother, Margaret

**Diary Entry** I didn’t want to go to Dad’s… Aunt Lucy said he doesn’t love me anymore. Oliver hugged

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Oh, do stop!”—Olga turned and saw a young man in a cap running

One-Way Road “Maybe you’ll wash his underwear next? Socks, eh? He’s a grown man, for God’s sake!