Mary is frying cutlets when the doorbell rings. She steps out of the kitchen to answer it. Mom, its for
Im not your mother any more, Natalie said, her voice flat. Well have to sell this flat, Simon said, eyes
Querido diario, Hoy me ha llegado al corazón una historia que, aun ahora, me hace temblar y luego, con
What are you doing here? Ethel asked cautiously as she turned to see the man at the landing.
Erstelle eine Anzeige bei der Polizei und bleib still, damit du nicht auffällst!, sagte Heike.
Frieda Becker war eine etwas altmodische Jungfrau und brannte darauf, endlich zu heiraten. Heutzutage
I turned up at the front door on a tidy June evening, the sun still hanging over the roof of the house opposite.
“Every problem has its roots,” Emily muttered under her breath. “James, are you serious?
Morning in the flat begins with a sluggish rise. Harriet, still halfasleep, hears faint voices from the
You know, old age isnt the end of the road its just another stretch where you can still be strong.