“An Unexpected Supper Neither Expected” “Are you mad? We can’t invite them!” Victor drummed
Thomas slipped away, and Clara only smiled. “God, I’m so done with this,” Thomas muttered
Waiting for Peace, Getting Pandemonium “Grace, I asked for a quiet family gathering!”
“Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen table, clutching a
The Last Summer at Willow Cottage Fog curled over the river like a shawl. Margot Thompson sat on the
The Last Summer at Willowgreen Mist curled over the brook like old Lady Harrow’s knitting shawls.
The House by the Fens Emma stood in the middle of the overgrown yard, waist-deep in thistles and nettles
Diary Entry – March 22nd Rain drizzled outside my window as I paced the kitchen, frustration simmering. “
The Peace Pie “Emma, I swear, if that Mr. Thompson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’ll sue
Eleanor Hartwell stood by the window of her cottage, clutching a letter the postman had delivered.