Author: Harlan Covington

Monday, 12th September The day began with a phone call that sliced right through me. Amelias voice burst

Oh, come on, Louise, dont make such a fuss! Whats the harm in a few lads popping round to watch the match?

Mum, are you being serious? What do you mean, a seaside break? Scarborough? Weve shelled out for flights

Whats this, then? Honestly, Emily, just run your finger over this. Thats not dust, thats practically carpet!

Betrayal and Ultimatums Listen, Claire, I havent got the time or the will to sit through your endless

It’s been eight years since I became a housewifenot because it was what I dreamed of, but because

I’m fifty-eight years old, and recently I made a decision that has cost me more than most people

I was sitting by the window, clutching a glass of whisky so tightly that my knuckles had gone white.

Password Word It was half past six on a dreary Thursday evening when I found myself standing under the

AUNT EDITH Aunt Edith was brought from the countryside. The older lady had grown weary trying to manage