(Part 4 of 4)
So far it had been a brutally hot summer in the city, and throughout the rest of southern Ontario. The elderly woman in apartment 307 had had a restless night until the early morning hours when she finally fell into a deep sleep. But she was too soon awakened by the phone ringing on the bedside table. When she answered it someone spoke her name and asked if she was there. It was confusing. She was still half asleep.
“Yes, of course, I live alone.”
The person on the line identified himself as the administrator of the long-term care facility where her very elderly father lived.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
“My father’s dead.”
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