La vida

20December Im writing this on a cold, damp evening, the kind that makes the Thames fog roll in thick as wool.

13April Im writing this down because the house has become a battlefield and I need to sort my thoughts.

You cant keep living like that, Emma. Youre thirty, yet you act like an old woman, her mother said, settling

This is our flat together, Im the landlady too Holly said, Andrews girlfriend, as she entered the hallway.

Dont go whining about someone elses bread, snarled Emma, her face twisted with anger. Your own grandmother

I’m leaving! Edward declared. Whats that supposed to mean? his wife, Emily, asked, her mind still

12March Yesterday, my mother, Margaret Smith, announced in the hallway that my brother, James, had just

Andrew and Margaret spent five years hoping for a child, and when little Stephen arrived it felt as if

I rang my mother and my sister on the evening of December30th, telling my wife that wed invited them

We signed the papers yesterday; she moves in tomorrow, the son announced in the hallway. Eleanor Whitaker