Harlan Covington

**Deciding to Divorce…** With a tray in hand, Emily endured the endless queue in the cafeteria

**Diary Entry – 8th March** I was well into my thirties when I finally decided to marry. I’d never rushed—no

“First, she’s getting old, now she’s ill as well! That’s it, I’m filing for divorce!”

So I ran into my ex after thirty years—just at a corner shop, at the checkout. I was putting down my

After dropping his mistress from the car, Butcher bid her a tender farewell and drove home.

My now ex-husband hailed from another town long ago. Back in his youth, he’d been sent here for compulsory

“Leave me be! I never promised to marry you! And I don’t even know whose child that is.

My mother-in-law’s name is Margaret Whitcombe. From the very first glance, she struck me as a woman of

Lucy and her younger sister Margaret grew up in a sleepy little market town in the South of England

**Saturday.** Seven in the morning. The one day in weeks I could finally sleep in, burrow under the duvet