It was a Saturday morning the day after trick or treat.
The mood in the house was tense and expectant. The phone kept ringing and my Mom would take the calls in the other room upstairs. The five of us sat eating our breakfast oat flakes when my Mom came down to join us and to fill us in on what was going on. Pompey, our grandfather was sick and it was very serious. She told us that she was very worried about whether or not he would be O.K.
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