I was driving my mother, Eleanor Whitworth, the villages old matriarch, to the nursing home.
Pablo levantó el auricular como quien esperara su llamada desde hacía tiempo. ¿Leocadia? se le leía calidez
Jürgen wählte immer wieder die Nummer seiner Mutter, doch jedes Mal war die Stimme kalt und gleichgültig
Who did you have the baby with? Mrs. Margaret Bennett demanded, her voice sharp as a winter wind.
You wont get a single penny from me! Youve dug yourselves into a holepay it off yourselves!
You’re perfect in our eyes, I said, because I was fed up with always being secondbest.
The grand ballroom of the Royal Victoria Hotel in Brighton glittered like a crystal palace, and IThomas
At Patricks funeral I caught sight of a frail old woman cradling a whispersmall baby. It felt like a
I watched the gray, drizzly autumn morning creep in through the curtains. Margaret Clarke groaned as
13October Wednesday 7pm Tonight I finally felt the courtyard behind our council block breathe a little