I never liked the old saying about not opening your mouth for someone elses loaf, but my wife Margaret
George, are you joking? George, are you joking? Back to your mother again? What do you suggest, toss
Blythe, Andrews old schoolmate, keeps hovering with unsolicited offers to help around the house, and
You really shouldn’t, Em. You’re thirty and you live like an oldlady, Margaret said, settling
Lucy, youve gone mad in your golden years! Your grandkids are already heading off to school, and youre
Gwen, youll be the one whos responsible for his death! Whose fault is it, you ask? Of course its yours, Toby!
The dream began at a long oak table in a modest cottage on the outskirts of Oxford, where the air smelled
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Forget about me forever, she said, as though cutting the words cleanly, my daughter Poppys voice echoing