Little dignity

‘It was very peaceful, in the end,’ I said. ‘He was ready for it. I think he almost wanted it to happen, to go out with a little dignity. There was so much love in the room. He was surrounded by his… well. You know — by his family.’

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

‘Don’t call here again,’ she said.

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