A young woman with a home of her own dreams of getting married… “Well, there goes another

**Diary Entry** *It’ll be alright, son…* That’s what she always said. “Eddie, love, it’s Mum,” came the

A young woman with her own flat dreamed of getting married… “Look at that, another one married off.

**Hello, Maisie** “Maisie, hi. What are up to?” came her friend’s voice over the phone. “

**Diary Entry – March 12th, 1998** The bell rang, and the school corridors slowly emptied. Teachers herded

“Wait for Me, Miss Eleanor Whitmore!” The bell rang, and the school corridors gradually emptied.

“Wait for me, Miss Eleanor!” The school bell rang, and the corridors gradually emptied.

It was all because of you… The July heat was unbearable—the air thick, heavy with humidity and dust.

**Unloved** From childhood, Evelyn hated her name. Old-fashioned, frumpy. When she grew older, her mum

It’s All Because of You… The July heat was unbearable, the air thick and heavy with humidity and dust.