Walton Merritt

Morning began just as predictably as a welltimed train. Andy Thompson woke a minute before his alarmsomething

When the postman stopped climbing up to the flats and started leaving the papers and letters down at

James slammed his calculator onto the kitchen table, the clatter echoing like a distant gong, and pressed

Get away from me! I never said Id marry you! In fact Ive no idea whose baby this is, Victor snapped at

Blythe, Andrews old schoolmate, keeps hovering with unsolicited offers to help around the house, and

The dream began at a long oak table in a modest cottage on the outskirts of Oxford, where the air smelled

I snatched a copy of the house keys from my motherinlaw after finding her fast asleep in my own bed.

The brides mother shoved me into the worst table with a sneering grin. Know your place, she said.

Rain pattered against the sill of the little rented flat in Oxford. Andrew watched as the droplets traced

Grandfather, Eek!the small, stooped boy clutched at the hand of the lanky man wrapped in a coat far too