The hardest word – part six

September 22, 2013

By the time Margaret returned, Jane was sobbing inconsolably on the sofa, appalled by her behaviour. “How could I do that to my own mother?” she said eventually. “Actually, that’s what we need to talk to you about,” I said. Annie remained speechless and pale. And so our story began.

The Hardest Word

** at the time of writing I honestly have no idea where this is going. But that’s the great thing about stories – anything can happen.

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