CONTEMPLATION
MIDDLETOWN, NEW YORK
The Next Morning
“Granny, I don’t know what to say. I’m shocked. I can’t believe that she is acting that way.”
Layla stood up and walked to her living room. She pushed aside the curtain and looked out the large window facing the street to see if her neighbor, Mr. Mumphrey, was still mowing her front yard. She could no longer hear the boisterous sound of the lawnmower inside of her house but on occasion, it sounded like someone was talking. When she was satisfied that he was working and could not hear her telephone conversation, she continued.
“Do you want me to call her?”
“Layla, dear, I don’t know if that will do any good. She is a heartless woman. She won’t even visit David at the hospice.”
“Are you serious? Why not?”
“She’s too busy. That’s wha
