Still weak from the debilitating fever, she couldn’t believe that her stepmother, aided and abetted by James, had gone ahead and booked the church. Hymns had been chosen and flowers ordered without any attempt to discover her preferences. She was seated in her chair by the open window, still tryi...
This wasn’t how he’d planned to spend his life – standing under a dripping awning gazing out at equally wet, cold and miserable people. But at least it was a job of sorts. As a lad he’d loved working the market with Sid, but joining the army had broadened his horizons. For the hundredth time he w...