**Diary Entry** *8th November* “Stop talking to your mothershes a bad influence on you,”
**The Leash of Fate** Morning sunlight, soft yet insistent, seeped through the gauzy curtains, painting
Oliver invites Emily to dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant. As she steps out of her house, Fiona blocks her path.
The moment I saw my husband with his mistress in the café, my blood ran coldespecially when my closest
Flawed Husband… Oh, lass, its time you wed. Look at you, blooming like a rose. Have you seen Simeon?
**Diary Entry** *Where are you off to?* she called from the kitchen. George, where are you going?
**Wiped from the Ledger** “They’ll kill me. They wont let me come home… Nick, you *know* them.
On a carpet of golden leaves… Margaret glanced at the medication chart, plucked another blister
The nursing home… Oh, my dears, what a day that was… Grey and weeping, as if the sky itself
On my mother-in-laws birthday, I dumped a plate of spaghetti on her head and kicked out her friendsall