Arlene sighed and wondered if her neighbor ever ran out of trite expressions.
“You’re spending too much time at home. When are you going back to work?”
“When I’m feeling a little stronger, Mrs. K.”
The following week, Mrs. Kline and her advice were back. This time, Arlene’s sister, Jean, answered the door.
“Just here to buck up your sister.”
“You’re too late. She’s gone.”
“Where’d she go?”
“Hopefully, to heaven. It was cancer. She died this morning.”