Gail Honeyman

Life felt like it was moving very fast indeed at the moment, a whirlwind of possibilities.

he was perched on the arm of Sammy’s chair, laughing at something one of her brothers had said.

I did not appreciate this crass attempt to change the subject.

I find lateness exceptionally rude

You try, and you fail, and your world collapses around you, burns down to ashes.

I suspected that Laura was something of a sybarite.

she was a cat that brooked no nonsense.

He boggled at me. “How on earth did you know that?” he asked, sounding incredulous.

We can meet again tomorrow when you’ve had a chance to get up to speed with everything, if you like?”

Grief is the price we pay for love, so they say. The price is far too high.