La vida

A Gleaming Hob Claire. Come here. No please, no when youre done, just come here, the way youd call for a dog.

Love, how are you feeling? Hows your little lad? By the way, have you thought of a name yet? He doesn’

Has the time run out? Do you even have any idea who I am? Jeanette Oakley didnt look up straight away.

Everyone helps, but youre our special one “Em, listen, couldnt you maybe come round tonight?”

How are you, love? And hows your little boy? Have you chosen a name for him yet? He hasnt got a name.

No Longer a Wife Tony, Tony. Did you check your blood pressure today? Have you taken your tablet?

The Woman Who Said No Anna Penelope Seymour sat on the edge of an old wooden stool, slicing bread.

Easter Without a Son The phone buzzed on the edge of the table just as Mrs. Margaret Evans was taking

Mother Was Tired Mary shouted so fiercely at the cashier her knuckles whitened as she gripped her shopping basket.

How are you, love? And hows your boy? Have you thought of a name yet? He doesnt have a name.