The Phone Call
May 23, 2019
2 minutes
By Dianne Weston, MISSION VIEJO, CALIFORNIA
Call Danny. I was cleaning my kitchen one Saturday morning, and the impulse just came over me. It was strange. My younger brother, Danny, and I weren’t close. We didn’t talk much. Plus, it was 11 a.m. He was probably already halfway drunk. Pointless trying to talk to him.
It was hard
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