Gail Honeyman

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.

If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say