Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...

She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...

She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...