There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
'Hello, are you still there'?
'Yes, I'm still here' came the reply.
'I have ordered a wreath to be sent to the church'.
'That is good of you dear, I know Martha always spoke fondly of you and looked forward to you coming down to Devon every summer throughout your childhood'.
Silence- the phone went dead.
I booked my train ticket- Paris could wait.