Life is short. According to palmistry, a lack of lifeline meant a short life. “Mary, your lifeline is so faint that I …
Life is short. According to palmistry, a lack of lifeline meant a short life. “Mary, your lifeline is so faint that I …
“Have you got everything”? she asks. “A huh,” the small child nods, his pudgy arms gripping hard at the backpack hugged to …
The blue sky was striking. The fluffy white clouds resembled little bunnies waiting around for their mother. Tom was nine. He stopped …
SCHOOL The funeral for her mother over the weekend gave Matilda a chance to see her cousin Susan again. They grew up …
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