Then one day Harlan was rushed to the hospital with appendicitis. He survived the operation just fine. He was only twenty-eight years old, after all. After a week of bed rest, not allowed to get up at all, he was ready to go home. Esther and Jennie went home to get lunch and were about to return for him when the phone rang.
“Mother, please get that. It’s the hospital and Harlan has died.”
Jennie had heard these kinds of things from Esther before. She walked to the phone and picked up the earpiece. It was the hospital. Indeed, Harlan was gone.
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