High standards

Lucy checked that her hotel door was locked before setting off for breakfast. Forty-five years old and this was the first time she had ever been on holiday alone. At first everything had been a stress

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

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

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

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...