Author: Walton Merritt

Two Friends They had once been friends—still were, or so thought the woman from the third floor.

**Diary Entry** After the divorce, Marianne took a long time to recover. She’d loved her husband, Edward

Moving house is always a tiresome business—everyone knows that. Emma and her husband, James, had finally

“The kids are grown, and the moment she retired, she ran off on me—can you believe it?”

“Ivan’s really slowing down,” remarked Emily to her husband as she stirred the potato salad.

Hannah was on her way to the man she loved, or rather, she was flying on the wings of happiness.

Vera never did learn why her mother and father never stayed together. She was only three when they parted ways.

**Diary Entry – A Life of Love and Late Blooming** My daughter was a beauty. Though she came to me late

Margaret Whitmore swore she’d never become one of those dreadful mothers-in-law. She was a kind, caring

One morning, I stepped into my garden and noticed an elderly woman sitting under the awning at my neighbor’s house.