Author: Ilon Maks

Tom, enough with the melodrama, let’s sit down and sort this out, Eleanor says, trying to keep

Hello, Emily? Come down right now, somethings happening, her fathers voice crackles over the phone, panicked

Kindness always comes back Sarah, at least give the kids a cup of tea! Helen presses her younger daughter

George, are you kidding me? Youre heading back to your mum again? Emily asks, arms crossed.

17October Dear Diary, Patience, love, Mother always says when Im on the brink of tears. Youre now part

Gwen, youll be the one whos responsible for his death! Whose fault is it, you ask? Of course its yours, Toby!

Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitfield lay prostrate on the worn sofa of her cottage. One quiet evening

Thats not proper, Emma. Youre thirty and living like an old lady, she chided, settling beside her daughter.

Dont bite off more than you can chew, Martha snapped, her anger obvious. Your grandmothers done it, and

William frowned at the cottage hed just taken over. She married me, they say, yet she cant even boil