**Why Should I Give You My Flat?** Margaret Whitmores seventieth birthday had arrived, and she had been
“Your mum stays, and you leave,” said James, unbuttoning his coat and hanging it on the hook
The snow fell gently, blanketing the streets and rooftops in a quiet hush. A woman moved through the
The air smelled thick and sweetlike freedom. “Stop wasting time on your silly little paintings
**Diary Entry 12th October** I couldnt take it anymore. Im tired of living with your family, I said
However faint a light may be, it can illuminate an entire world. “Tea and Talk. Always Open.”
When Emily got married, she was twenty-five. She was no longer a naive girl dreaming of a prince on a
The evening started like something out of a fairy tale. Wed been invited to a dinner party at my husbands
Lifes easier without you now, said her son when Eleanor Whitmore came to make amends. She stood on the
**Diary Entry** *10th July, London* No husband, no success, whispered the girls behind my back at the