“Hello?”
That heart-lurch that accompanies the late night phone call. The flicker-fast disaster movie that plays across your mind as you think about which character may have met an untimely end.
Your mother calling to say that your father’s heart has finally given out. Your father calling to say that your mother has had a catastrophic stroke. Your brother in law calling to say that your sister’s car has spun off the road, glass glittering on tarmac.
“We believe you may be entitled to compensation….”
She smashed the phone down.
“That’s it. We’re getting rid of the landline.”
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