While using the toilet and blogging about the divorced nutter’s presense twice yesterday, I had imagined hearing the girl talking to Maw through the closed bathroom door downstairs. But when I “finished” blogging, I saw that Maw was ironing and actually talking to Paw. The television was loud enough to sound like a girl was in the dining room.
A few minutes later the boy and the girl showed up! And sure enough she was talking about yesterday’s sudden death of her third sibling, Bill; how he wasn’t feeling well and told his friends to drop him off at his mother’s house up in Milpitas, CA where he died on a sofa. And above the sofa was a photo of his late father. Now he is home with his dad.
Yesterday, he complained of chest pains and refused the sister’s suggestion to call for ambulance or drive him to seek medical assistance. But it was too late. After passing on (or DOA by the emergency), the family is still in shock and are figuring out the paperworks.
I’ve shed a few tears or so while the conversation between Maw and the girl took place. Later we ate the soft Subway sandwiches from the twosome.
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