The Son Decided for Me Margaret Elizabeth smoothed out her best suit on the bed and began ironing it.
Margaret Whitmore stood in the middle of her sitting room, gazing at the stack of beautifully wrapped
Mum, please don’t shout like that—the neighbours will hear! Oliver tried to calm down Evelyn, but she
The Daughter-in-Law with Attitude Margaret stirred the pot of beef stew, listening to the noises from
**A Minute Before the Wedding** “Do you think I’m a joke?” Emily shouted, clutching her bouquet so tightly
Finished cleaning that loo yet, Maisie?” someone bellowed from the kitchen. The child emerged—tiny
“Daughter Left for Her Father’s” “Don’t you dare tell me what to do!”
Her name was Eleanor Hayes. Fifty-nine years she was, with a routine unbroken by wind or weather.
Eleanor paused by the hallway mirror, straightening her blouse collar. The ring on her left hand glittered
Valerie stood by the window, watching her neighbour Margaret take out the rubbish. A neat, well-kept