La vida

Dunno how it is for other single ladies, but I get all sorts of odd sorts creeping up on me.

Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace “Right. Monday’s mine. Tuesday—Mum.

JOHNNY-THE-ONE-AND-ONLY Every weekend, Johnny tinkered with his motorbike in the garage beside his house.

**Cursed Love** *What will happen now?* Charlotte asked anxiously, more to herself than to her sweetheart.

“To Friend or Not to Friend?” “Dad, stop being so difficult! I’m not asking you

The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and take Duke for a walk—I’m not a machine!”

**To Friend or Not to Friend?** “Dad, stop being such a mardy git! I’m not asking you to

“You didn’t deserve my tears.” “Mum would always say, ‘Remember, Emily—if

Uncle Micky was a right laugh—clumsy as a puppy, short and a bit round, with curly hair and little blue

—Emily, who’s this with you in the photo? Some flashy chap in a leather jacket!— Victor Carter jabbed