This rough magic

SYLVIA Havilland did not know what would be in her grandmother’s will, but she had a good guess. Granny Havilland had been dead six months, but only now were her lawyers able to summon a small family

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MILLICENT MACK replaced the mouthpiece of their candlestick phone and stepped away from the hall table. A quiet little smile touched her mouth and brought amber lights to fleck her pretty eyes. She mi

I’D like to visit the factory, Raymond,” Helen Steele announced. “We have been in Bedford for more than a fortnight now and I still have not taken a look around.” “You shall,” her husband said. “Let’s

AFTER a while, the hole in the bathroom floor became as familiar to Mary as her own reflection in the mirror over the sink. She contacted six tradespersons she found online before one agreed to even c

THIS is very kind of you, Mrs Laxford. I’ll look after it, I promise,” Esther assured her landlady, wheeling the sturdy black bicycle down the path. “Looking after yourself is the most important thing