“Gail?”
“Yes, I’m Gail. Who is this?”
“My name is Gregg. I’m calling about your husband. He won’t be home…”
Gail’s heart started thumping as the man continued, “before 9.00. He’s finally joined the gym.”
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George had never been late for dinner before. Storm or blizzard, you could set your watch by him. 6pm. The table set, the ketchup bottles all in place, and him saying grace. Now it was 7.10pm. Lucy stared at an empty chair and waited for the phone to ring. She didn’t have to wait for long.
“Gail?” “Yes, I’m Gail. Who is this?” “My name is Gregg. I’m calling about your husband. He won’t be home…” Gail’s heart started thumping as the man continued, “before 9.00. He’s finally joined the gym.” Comments are closed.
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