The door swung open before I could reach the hallway. There stood Margaret Whitmore, my mother-in-law
**The Final Confession** Once, they were the perfect couple. Both worked, neither had bad habits.
On his sixteenth birthday, my nephew declared he would never, ever get married. What was the point?
The Forgotten Deed My name is Margaret Anne Holbrook, and I am 68 years old. For most of my life, I was
**The Number of Fate** Margaret Sullivan had lost her daughter years ago in a tragic accident.
“Daughter, someone left you at my doorstep; no one wanted you, so I raised you,”
A Surprise for the Con Artists Behind the Old Lady The swindlers were delighted when the door was opened
Serves You Right, Mum Mum, your phones ringing again, called Matthew from behind Emily. Who is it?
**Diary Entry** *17th May* Chooseme or your son. He chose her, and by the time he realised his mistake
“Promises Are Like Pie Crust” “Mum, I’m too hot When will Dad be here?”