Автор: Hensley Wilbur
Foundling Hoo-oo, anyone in? Helen kicked off her sandals and sighed with relief. Lovely shoes, honestly

The front door crashed open with such force that the entire house seemed to wobble. My fourteen-year-old

My husband is asking for a divorce and my ten-year-old daughter says to the judge, May I show you something

The Subjunctive Mood A proposal? He proposed? Julia, have you lost your mind? Whats there to think about?

My flatmate gave me an ultimatum: I cant take this anymore! he yelled as soon as he saw me walk through the door.

THE EX-CON The old bus, chugging and reeking of petrol, rattled off down the lane, leaving the woman

A Letter to Myself The envelope was bright orange. Eye-catching, almost comical in its loudnesslike a

31st December I spent the whole day in the kitchen, or so it seemed, fussing over pots and pans.

Exam Thats enough! Ive had it! If you dont stop getting on my case, I just wont bother with any of it!

Her ex wanted to be a father again She saw him before he said a word. Seven years. Seven years shed occasionally







