MEMOIR

A Phone Ringing in an Empty Nest

A new phase of life awaits

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I only met him a year ago. A confused looking gentleman appeared at our door on a Friday afternoon, just before Sarah and I were about to go for a walk.

I’m terribly sorry, he began, I’ve locked myself out of the house and I can’t remember my code. His voice burbled from deep inside and was weak and…