Martin poured an extra cup of coffee at his immaculately clean bar as he heard Junie come down the stairs with the morning post.
“One for you, Martin!”
Martin opened his letter. He blood drained from his face as he scanned its contents.
“Something wrong, Martin?”
“It’s Mother,” he choked out.
Junie blinked. “Oh, that’s nice. How is she?”
Martin took a gulp of his coffee and swallowed hard.
“She’s coming here.”