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The Angel Who Weighed Twenty Stone and Smelled of Cheap Coffee In the playroom on the childrens cancer

– Ruth, I need to tell you something. Ruth Middleton was standing by the hob, stirring a pot of stew.

A Ring on the Wrong Hand The phone rang just as Lydia pressed the button for the car park machine.

No Longer a Wife Tom, Tom, did you check your blood pressure today? Have you taken your tablets?

Eight Years of Trifles The phone rang at half-past seven in the morning, just as Helen was standing at

The Angel Who Weighed One Hundred Kilos and Smelled of Cheap Coffee In the playroom of the oncology ward

Enough of Being Convenient Well, thats all sorted then, Helen! Aunt Sylvia chirped, dabbing at her lips

The phone lay face down on the bedside table, right where shed left it, soft blue edge only just showing

Twenty-Six Years On That evening, the stew turned out particularly well. Helen lifted the lid from the

The Angel Who Weighed Fifteen Stone and Smelled of Cheap Coffee In the playroom of the oncology ward