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Show 56 life i guess you know it now. you were always such a hero to me Anny i will miss you but i am clapping for you now He remembers the card she had given him: in case of need, and fishes behind the dresser to find it. He dials the number: "Yes, a Mrs. Robeck has made pre-need arrangements with us. Who, may I know, is calling?" "Mr. Robeck." "Well, Mr. Robeck, how nice to talk with you. Mrs. Robeck is very eager to save you worry and concern and additional expense, you know, at the time of need." It is a female voice, brittle, but well trained in professional sympathy. "May I ask you, is she in her final illness now?" "No," he says uncertainly. Then, instead, "yes." "I'm very sorry, Mr. Robeck. But might I suggest to you that it would be a great comfort for your wife if you were to make pre-need arrangements as well, perhaps the simple cremation like the one she has ordered, or perhaps something more elaborate, so that ..." "No," he protests, and hangs up. He calls the police. The man who arrives is also greying, a large, affable man who has handled domestic cases for years, and stayed well away from the blood and public gunfire of the street. But he has seen deaths and suicides, again and again. Robeck shows him what he has found: the letters, the empty |
