For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming meal on the same greenpainted bench in...
Charlie Carter sat in his wheelchair, staring through the grimecaked windows at the courtyard beyond. Bad luck had it that...
Theres a mum and theres a daughter and in my case the daughter turned out to be my mates little...
Dear Diary, When the heavy oak door finally shut behind Mrs. Margaret Whitfield, the interview room felt suddenly intimatejust three...
Peter said calmly, almost kindly: Why should you work, love? I earn enough. You look after the house, us, the...
What a granddaughter you have, William D., darkeyed and whitetoothed. In whom does such a child appear? Not yours, perhaps?...
Richard Salter stands motionless for a long moment. The world he has convinced himself he can purchasepeople, conscience, a futurecrumbles...
Emma Barker was a blonde, and her husband James was a darkhaired, charismatic man. They adored each other, and two...
Connor Cavendish sat in his wheelchair, staring through a dustcovered pane at the street outside. Bad luck, really: the window...
When I scribbled Resignation Mary Ellis on the pristine white sheet, it wasnt a moment of weakness. It was the...