After a heated argument with Lucy, George felt a twinge of guilt. He had been seeing Lucy, a coworker
I think the love is gone. Youre the most beautiful girl in this entire department, hed said that day
As long as one has breath, it is never too late. A Recollection Well then, Mum, just as we agreedIll
The Long-Awaited Granddaughter Monday Ive lost count of how many times Ive rung my son Henrys phone this week.
The day I finally hand in my notice at the firm, David tells me hes leaving. I dont faint, I dont scream
You just wont get through to him. Im not doing it! And stop bossing me about! Youre not my mum!
As long as youre alive, its never too late. A Story All right, Mum, as we discussed, Ill pick you up
This is not your home Eleanor gazed with quiet sorrow at the house where shed grown up. At eighteen
I think the love is gone. Youre the most beautiful girl in this entire department, hed said that day
This Is Not Your Home Helen looks around the house where she grew up, a wave of sadness washing over her.









