A few months and she was still so far behind. She'd read every paper, every magazine she could get her hands on and this world was still so different. And Theresa was all grown, how strange was that? And Tom all unwell and different, and her own husband with someone else. She didn't know what she was going to feel about that. For the while it was ( Read more... )

It's a hard thing for both of them. Getting to know a daughter, getting to know a mother, reaching for what isn't there but should be. She's got to try, hasn't she? Is it just instincts or genuine love she feels for that red-headed woman with her nose and her father's scream?

Wouldn't it be easier to just know everything. From the start. To have ( Read more... )

I'm hoping ye know a good place, Rosie, things have changed so much. My old favorite coffee shop must have closed down a long time ago.