Five days ago the little man's sister had phoned him from their mother's house. Their mother was sick and wanted to see him, she had said. Though his sister hadn't told him so, he thought his mother must be dying. All he'd felt since he told his sister he would come was dread—not sorrow, but dread. The feeling sat like a leaden weight in the pit of his stomach all the while he was packing.
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