The day before, she had talked to her father on the phone. Why don't you come and visit me, he asked. You could come down on the weekend. She let the sound of her breathing fill the handset. Are you still there, he said. No, I went away a long time ago. What? he said. I said, I went away a long time ago. Now he let the sound of his (laboured) breathing fill the distance. You didn’t have to leave home. You could have stayed with us. The phone remained against her face a moment, then slid away.
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