The ring of the phone was the perfect excuse to stop vacuuming.
‘I’m so sorry to hear about your dad.’
‘Yes, his heart attack. I’m sorry he didn’t recover.’
Helen’s own heart somersaulted. She hadn’t spoken to her father since their argument six months ago. She couldn’t even remember what it was about, just his final words, ‘Go then, but don’t come back.’
‘This is Helen Robinson, isn’t it?’
‘No, Helen Robson.’
The caller rang off with a flurry of apologies. Hesitantly she dialled her parent’s number. She needed to know that her dad was okay.
© Kathy Goddard