Fiction | July 14, 2015

At the time of her mother’s death, Eileen had called her once a week from London. She even wrote the odd letter now and then, getting into a correspondence with the old one. They made promises to meet, and her mother reminded Eileen that the old woman was not long for the mortal coil. It was now or never.

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