« I have to, babe. I’ve worked too hard for this. »
« Then you’re breaking my heart. »
And that was the last time I ever saw him. Or so I believed.
« Please don’t go, Nancy. »
The phone rang, pulling me back into the present. I already knew who it was before I picked up.
« Nancy, honey, it’s Raymond. Just checking in on my favorite cousin. »
Favorite cousin. We’d barely spoken in 30 years. But since I’d moved back, Raymond called almost every week, always cheerful, always circling the same questions.
I already knew who it was.
« How’s the apartment treating you? Rent’s a killer at our age, isn’t it? » he said.
« I’m managing, Raymond. »
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