Macon looked up the phone number in the book. It was nine in the evening,a good time to call. Alexander would have gone to bed. he picked up the phone.
but what would he say?
Muriel,last year my son died and I .... Muriel, this has nothing to do with you personally but...Muriel,I can't. I just can't.
He held the phone to his ear but his throat had closed up, his voice had disappeared. He had never actually said out loud that Ethan was dead. He hadn't needed to;it was in the newspapers, and then friends had told other friends.
He hung up.
He found some notepaper, sat down,took out his pen. Dear Muriel,he wrote.And stared at the page for a while.
Macon looked up the phone number in the book. It was nine in the evening,a good time to call. Alexander would have gone to bed. he picked up the phone.but what would he say?Muriel,last year my son died and I .... Muriel, this has nothing to do with you personally but...Muriel,I can't. I just can't.He held the phone to his ear but his throat had closed up, his voice had disappeared. He had never actually said out loud that Ethan was dead. He hadn't needed to;it was in the newspapers, and then friends had told other friends.He hung up.He found some notepaper, sat down,took out his pen. Dear Muriel,he wrote.And stared at the page for a while.
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