Lost Happiness Emily stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.
**Diary Entry – An Awkward Situation** *”Are you saying you’re his wife?”
“Do you mean to tell me this bloody hound means more to you than your own children?”
“What do you need all this for?” “Are you calling *me* unfeeling? *Me?* You’re the
**”How Could You, Behind My Back”** “Hello, Marianne. How long has it been since we
Clashing Personalities “Will you be late? What time are you leaving, Jim? Jim!”
The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Do stop!” — Margaret turned and saw a young man in a flat
“Hey there, Marianna. How long has it been? Fifteen years? Maybe more?” “