Apparently someone thought that it would be easier for a parent to remember their smartphone than to remember not to leave their child to die in a locked car.
Mama’s hand caressed her cheek, but she had no strength to say more.
“OK,” she started, looking down as she wrote. “What is your full name?”
Strad’s feet cooled. He wasn’t the line-crashing type and, while a stiff drink would hit the spot, he wasn’t sure he was up to facing that intense old man.
“Well, Sharon, I called you this Saturday night to declare that I am giving up. I’ll just wait until I can buy myself a trophy wife.”
Yoram turned to his wife, and told her: Good will come out of this.
It’s All in The Cards Where can you find the memories of a lifetime? They are stored in several large plastic containers neatly arranged on the shelves in my den. The time has come to revisit these mementos and as I begin to wade through more than 60 years of birthday, anniversary and holiday cards a […]
“I see. I’m sorry. Is it hard for you to hear she’s getting married?”
Sasson gets cosy with French bi-lingual author Rahel Jarach.
“They’re all the same,” Sharon told Esther.