Author: Harlan Covington
The phone went silent. Emily stood in the middle of the kitchen, pressing it to her chest with both hands.
The long dining table was crowded with expensive dishes and self-satisfaction. Victoria set the porcelain
He held out his hand, wanting to stroke the fierce animal, but the cat jerked sideways and crawled away
“I cancelled the plumber and the pipe delivery. You can spend the weekend without water — that’ll teach
I need a man for weekends, not for a lifetime—I’ve already made my life far too comfortable.
Dear Diary, At forty-two, marrying a well-off man is certainly jumping on the last train, Claire.
“Come on, Rusty, let’s go,” muttered Gary, adjusting a homemade lead made from an old rope.
George was certain: the renovation mattered more; his son would get over it. The dog had been taken to
Claire had been standing in the queue for forty minutes. Four people were ahead of her, six more behind.
Saturday morning promises Julia a quiet day to herself. Max left at dawn, and she has just poured her









