Imogen is my best friend’s younger sister. I have known her for fifty years, since she was about eight years old. She was always Harris’s little sister, somewhat bratty, and to be honest, a bit of a pain in the arse when she was a kid, as little sisters can be. Over the years, Harris and I saw each other on a sporadic basis, with work and other commitments resulting in long periods where our relationship became dormant. O...

In 1984, I started a new job in a new town which meant me staying away until I was able to buy a house. House prices in those days were expensive, but were affordable unlike the market is today. Shortly after I started my new job, another new person started her job in the same department. Her name was Charmaine and was a pretty petite woman with short cut black hair, as was the fashion in those days, and slim figure with...