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Long ago, in a small town in England, there lived a girl named Emily Whitaker. Her mother, Margaret

“Find Someone for Her” “I cant take it anymore. I swear, Ill end up an old maid because of her.

He still wasnt home. Lately, hed been swamped with work, staying later and later. Emma tucked the children

**Diary Entry** The night was bitterly cold, frost clinging to every surface like a ghostly shroud.

**Playing on Foreign Soil** Charlotte Whitmore had long grown accustomed to the quiet monotony of her life.

Now Im 52 years old. And I have nothing. No wife, no family, no kids, no job nothing at all.

*”No husband, no success,”* whispered the girls behind her at the school reunion.

When Emily brought little Oliver home from nursery, her husband William grew uneasy at once.

**Diary Entry** Bloody dull, she never knows how to enjoy herself. “Listen, Arthur Wilkins, you

**Diary Entry November 12th** I couldnt believe my eyes when I opened the door to find Margaret standing