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
**Grandad’s New Purpose** Six months had passed since Edward Wilson lost his wife. The raw, searing pain
“Where did you get this photo?” Edward paled as his eyes locked onto the image of his missing father.
Uncle Mike was a funny sort. Clumsy as a bear cub, short and round with curly hair, tiny blue eyes like
**The Leash of Disagreement** “Daniel, get up and take Baron for a walk—I’m not a robot!”
*Extra Mouth* They had to squeeze in around the table. The tiny kitchen barely fit five people—two adults