Forgive me, Steve, but I Ive fallen for your wife, Tom said, his eyes fixed on nothing but the distance. The words seemed to burst from...
For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming meal on the same greenpainted bench in RegentsPark. She never lingered to see...
Charlie Carter sat in his wheelchair, staring through the grimecaked windows at the courtyard beyond. Bad luck had it that his hospital room opened onto the...
Theres a mum and theres a daughter and in my case the daughter turned out to be my mates little girl, Emma. Wed gone off on...
Dear Diary, When the heavy oak door finally shut behind Mrs. Margaret Whitfield, the interview room felt suddenly intimatejust three of us: Emily Clarke, my little...
Peter said calmly, almost kindly: Why should you work, love? I earn enough. You look after the house, us, the children when they arrive. I believed...
What a granddaughter you have, William D., darkeyed and whitetoothed. In whom does such a child appear? Not yours, perhaps? Of course shes mine, sir, she...
Richard Salter stands motionless for a long moment. The world he has convinced himself he can purchasepeople, conscience, a futurecrumbles in a handful of sentences spoken...
Emma Barker was a blonde, and her husband James was a darkhaired, charismatic man. They adored each other, and two years after their wedding a daughter...
Connor Cavendish sat in his wheelchair, staring through a dustcovered pane at the street outside. Bad luck, really: the window of his ward faced the hospitals...