“Mum, calm down, will you? Nathan said he loves me. We’re getting married,” Lily said, unusually composed.
“I’m a Husband, Not a Coat Stand” “You bought the wrong bread again.
“Well, this is awkward,” the girl muttered. “You’re his *wife*?”
Lost Happiness Emily stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.
“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!”
“Hey there, Marianna. How long has it been? Fifteen years? Maybe more?” “
*How Could You, Behind My Back* “Hello, Marianna. How long has it been? Fifteen years? Or more?”