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Room 406, afternoon
Mar. 10th, 2006 01:09 pmIsabel returned from the clinic intent on finding Janet and seeing what else she could do to help. She stopped by her room to drop of her jacket and pick up the books she needed to return. The phone started ringing just as she closed the door.
“Hello?” she said, as she dropped her jacket on her bed.
“Mom? What’s wrong?” Isabel stopped suddenly, alarmed by the tears in her mother’s voice.
“Mom! Just tell me.” Something had to have happened to Max. No, Michael. He found some clue and went off and did something stupid.
And then it felt like her heart stopped, “NO! He’s not, he can’t be.” Shocked, she sat down on the bed.
“How?” she asked quietly. “What happened?”
“I see. I want to come home,” she said, her voice trembling. “For the funeral.”
“You have? Tonight?” It was hard to think, her mind in too much turmoil to actually process more then the bare facts. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
She hung up the phone and sat silently, tears streaming down her face.
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“Hello?” she said, as she dropped her jacket on her bed.
“Mom? What’s wrong?” Isabel stopped suddenly, alarmed by the tears in her mother’s voice.
“Mom! Just tell me.” Something had to have happened to Max. No, Michael. He found some clue and went off and did something stupid.
And then it felt like her heart stopped, “NO! He’s not, he can’t be.” Shocked, she sat down on the bed.
“How?” she asked quietly. “What happened?”
“I see. I want to come home,” she said, her voice trembling. “For the funeral.”
“You have? Tonight?” It was hard to think, her mind in too much turmoil to actually process more then the bare facts. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
She hung up the phone and sat silently, tears streaming down her face.
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