Bloomsbury Reader

mouth still so kissable. She held the hands that had caressed her a m

bedroom. ‘How can she live in such a pigsty

d never get the words out.

Dad?’
He was more perceptive than she thought

hung up before she could say any more. He was so like his father, Margaret thought. Tak

liked to dress smartly.

the babies had come soon after their marriage, so being a wife and mother had taken up all her time

looked so young for such a responsible job,

shadows beneath her eyes

had become lovers again