The one I started when I first met Archie, and continued through all the happy years of our romance, and through the terrible years when everything fell apart. Right up to the moment that Archie discovered it, discovered my betrayal of him, and sent me away. Somebody seems...
We walked in silence, yet somehow I knew that Sal’s thoughts were aligned with mine. When I’d first seen Gran’s stamp albums I’d dismissed her talk of precious heirlooms as idle imagination. What she’d said today, however, had made some sort of sense. I didn’t know the first thing about philately...
Tears of rage pricked at her eyes, but she would not let them out. Instead, she paced her little attic room as far as the eaves would allow, picked up her pillow and smashed it into the wall — as if the pillow was to blame — and kicked at a table leg. She flung open the little window and threw th...