Dec 14, 2005 14:39
On Wednesday afternoon, Jonathan receives a letter. In frail script, it reads
Jonathan,
I hope this letter finds you well. I trust you to be studying hard seeing as your finals imminent. I would also inquire as to how Science Club and your Junior Achievers Club is faring but unfortunately, it doesn't really matter. I've recently received news that my condition has worsened. My doctors say I have maybe a year to live. I would like to spend that year with you, my grandson and have as such, hired a nursing staff to provide me with home care. You will be coming home at the end of term and it's unlikely you will be returning until sometime next year. I look forward to seeing you.
Cordially,
Dorthea Elizabeth Crane
After reading it Jonathan crumples the letter in his hand and throws it away. He isn't happy, for the first time he has friends and now he has to leave them behind to hold the old bag's hand while she dies? I don't think so.