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“What a fine sense of fairness you have, Evelyn! So, our kids roasted in the garden last summer

“You call this fairness, Margaret? Last summer, our kids sweltered in that overgrown garden while

**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.

“Honesty is a fine thing with you, Evelyn!” burst out Olivia. “So last summer, our

“Youve got a fine sense of fairness, Margaret! So our kids roasted in the garden last summer, we

**Diary Entry** I suppose you dont really understand children these days! “Hello, Margaret, I see

Left behind by her father during a tempest at the age of thirteen, Emily returned years later with an

The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate curtain of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas open and

**Diary Entry**For months, our daughter lay in a coma, the doctors offering no hope. Standing by her

**Diary Entry** The day we buried my husband, a fine drizzle fell. That small black umbrella did little