*Diary Entry – 23rd December* God, how I miss him. The words slipped out before I could stop them, startling
*Diary Entry – 23rd December* God, how I miss him. The words slipped out before I could stop them, startling
The mother-in-law whispered behind her back. “What on earth are you saying, Margaret?”
“Girls, I’m so sorry,” she said. “I made such a scene! Accused all of you!”
“Men don’t marry women like you,” Simon said calmly to Emma. “Some women are for love and fun, others
**The Return of the Mother-in-Law** Emily stood by the window, watching raindrops drum against the sill.
“Did you see what your son wrote about you?” Sarah’s voice trembled with indignation
Lydia Whitmore stood at her kitchen window, watching her grandson Max hurl stones at the neighbour’s cat.
**A Choice Made by Fate** “Katie, maybe it’s time we stop lying to each other?”
“Honestly, you’re trying!” Margaret threw her hands up in exasperation. “Forty years I’ve watched you *try*!