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TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

Where are we going to have supper exactly?” Trisha’s husband, Henry, asked in a resigned tone. Trisha looked up from the basket she was stuffing with oasis and gazed around the kitchen. The island uni

I JUST couldn’t get used to New York. I always felt as if it was closing in on me. That’s why I strode along the sidewalks at a pace, just as everyone else seemed to. It was as if there was no tomorro

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A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...