Emily Taylor

**The Diary of Alfred** Every morning at half seven sharp, Alfred stepped out of his weathered bungalow

Almost Good—But Only Almost “Are you late again?” Andrew’s voice on the phone sounded as if it were drifting

“Natalie, for heaven’s sake, you already own four flats—why do you need another one? Where are Mum and

“John, a christening in a restaurant? Now we’ll have to buy a proper gift,” I said to my

**A Family Betrayal: The Fallout with My City Sister** **The Start of the Conflict** I, let’s call me

“Emily, have you lost the plot? You’ve already got four flats—why on earth do you need another one?

**A Family Betrayal: The Break with a City Sister** **The Start of the Conflict** I, let’s call me Emily

**Personal Diary Entry** *16th March* “John, a christening in a restaurant? We’ll have to buy a

Almost Right—But Only Almost “Running late again?” Andrew’s voice on the phone sounded distant

On New Year’s Eve, as our whole family gathered around the festive table, my daughter Emily and