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Paul picked up the phone and dialled his father’s number. It rang eight times before his father picked up.
“Hello, Russ speaking.” He sounded breathless.
“Did I call at a bad time?”
“It’s never a bad time for you to call, but I was talking to a neighbour at the front gate.”
Paul would have to go down and visit his dad sometime soon. Before he did that, he was going to tell the family about their grandfather. There were now two major pieces of news he hadn’t told them, and he wasn’t sure whether they’d greet either with joy.
“Thanks for sending that huge pile of letters. I’ve been reading them whenever I get a chance.”
“Hope it’s not too overwhelming.”
“Yes and no.” Sadness did sweep over him at the thought of all the years he’d missed with his father, and that he’d never know hi
