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The memory of that winter night still haunts me, as if the wind itself were whispering the tale anew.

When the rumble of the Mercedes engine vanished at last among the trees, silence settled over me like

I was fortyfive when I finally married. Evelyn already had three children, her own small fleet of woes

Dear Diary, We were planning to ring in the New Year at your cottage, I announced, holding the spare

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

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