Safe and not safe
As I was mentioning, there have been some burglaries in the neighbourhood, one even very near. Same building, one floor below in fact. So I got myself fortified a bit - a lock smith dropped by and now I have a brand new safety lock. And a peephole. And some extra bolts. So that's safe, then.
However, my dad called and asked me if I was going to be at home on Friday. I told him I was planning to go see my brother: "Why?" He tells me he is coming in for the funeral and would like to stay over.
"What funeral?" I ask.
"Your grand-aunt's", he answers.
"She's dead?" I ask, feeling kinda surprised.
"Yeah, she died a while ago. The funeral's on Saturday. Didn't anyone tell you?"
May she rest in peace.
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