When we emerged from the
waiting room in the hospital, and walked down the University Hospital Hall, my father, a country doctor for forty some-odd years, with a keen intuition about such things, said "if we're lucky, we bought two years".
We bought two years and half a day. My mother died this morning at four a.m.
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