THE UNRULY STEED WAS TO BE SLAIN, BUT AN ABANDONED GIRL DID SOMETHING UNFORGETTABLE No one could draw
Martha was condemned in the same afternoon the bruise showed beneath her coat. Fortytwo years old, a
I still remember those mornings, long ago, when I, Daniel Whitaker, nearly slept through my duties at
Dear Diary, It feels impossible to put into words what has become my life these past twelve months.
Loneliness A lady in her thirties, Katie, stands at a street corner in London, watching a rider in a
Maggie Whitcombe, a widow of fortytwo, was condemned the very day a bulge showed through her coat.
At dinner, my daughter slipped a crumpled note onto the table. Pretend youre ill and get out of here, it read.
23April If it werent for the relentless curiosity I inherited from my father, the antiquarian, I would