Keep It in the Family

by John Marrs

No one under this roof believes in compassion. Empathy is an alien emotion here.

And me. I remember every one of them. Because I am the bait that lures them here.

This place could be good for us, I tell myself. It could be just what we need.

You can take a girl out of London but you can’t take a large triple-shot latte with nutmeg sprinkles out of her hand.

If she continues to poke at the wasps’ nest, she will end up getting stung.

‘A dog doesn’t have to bark for you to know what he is,’