The Day I Could Do Nothing to Help

The Day I Could Do Nothing to Help

Fifty-two minutes left on the clock and my last phone call to make. Too fast moving fingers caused me to dial the wrong number. The frantic male voice in broken English asked if I was a family member. Before I answered, he said the owner of the phone had just killed herself, and again was I a family member or friend. I barely croaked out the word, “no”, when the phone went dead.

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