CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It was nightfall. Everyone was at home. The recently installed air conditioner was blowing cool air into the house. It was a gift from the Mamul’s after the intensive care period.
Rona said, “We haven’t heard from the Mamul’s for a long time” to Alex. “It seems everything is ok.” The phone rang right at that moment. Rona reached the phone. It was Mrs. Mamul on the phone. She was asking if it would be OK, for them to come for a visit tomorrow evening. She blocked the mike of the phone with her hand and told Alex that she wasn’t in the mood but just to be polite she invited them for a visit at 7 pm the next evening. She asked, ‘what can they be asking for?” after putting the handset down.
“Of course they will be asking me to quit the drug I had prescribed for depressi
