Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me–why my father didn’t love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but… Read More My Father
The young ladies were all in a tizzy because Mr. Edmond McFadyen was joining them for dinner that evening. Mr. Burrows had taken the liberty to extend the long overdue invitation when he had the pleasure of bumping into the young man at the gentlemen’s club that morning. Ever since the McFadyens had moved into… Read More A Failed Plan
Notes to Women 