November 2025 – Page 58

**The Matchmaker** Margaret Wilkins felt a sharp pain in her chest and called for a doctor.

It was the day of Lydia the postwomans wedding. Oh, what a wedding it wasnot a celebration, but a bitter sorrow.

Only three weeks had passed since I buried my mother, and my brother had already called an appraiser

Little Alfie watched Lucy with a pang of envy. She was being adopted. Her new mum and dad were already

**Diary Entry** My name is Margaret Whitmore. Im seventy-four. Once, my life was richfilled with love

Did we really build our house for nothing? So we built that huge house for nothing? the motherinlaw protested.

“You’re no longer in charge here,” declared Margaret, her voice cutting through the

The dream unfurled like old lace, brittle yet delicate, as Eleanor whispered across the clinking teacups: *”

A secret revealed on my wedding day: my wife has a daughter! Sylvain, I didnt want to tell you this at

**Diary Entry** *4th May, 2024* We werent expecting you, my daughter said as she opened the door on my birthday.