I sometimes wonder who he was, that man who called at our place a few years after dad had died and mum had moved into a nursing home.
Did mum have a secret life?
We all need someone or something to keep us afloat.
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John Malone
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I sometimes wonder who he was, that man who called at our place a few years after dad had died and mum had moved into a nursing home.
Did mum have a secret life?
We all need someone or something to keep us afloat.
John Malone 
Maybe he was the meter-reader?
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hAHAHA; not the way he was dressed with a little twinkle in his eye and that question —
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Aha! Well, that’s what I get for assuming the best in people.
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thanks for getting the post rolling, Chel 🙂
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someone with a connection and a story for sure
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it’s .like a Choose Your Own Adventure: the story could go anywhere your mind desires 🙂
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The threads of each person’s tapestry should be varied and colorful, no? To see it all would be to know the real secret.
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nicely put, K; thank you 🙂
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Nicely done!
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thank you; a lot of craft went into that tiny, tiny tale —
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Some secrets are meant to outlive us. So many possibilities in your mystery man’s case.
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it’s like a Choose Your Own Adventure: so mANY forking paths 🙂
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Love how this one ends unresolved…and leaving it a mystery.
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I wanted to see Bob how few words I could get away with in telling or at least suggesting a story; I like it that mum in her final years at least may have had a secret life 🙂
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There is a Swedish proverb or maybe from the bible!? To speak is silver but silence is gold.
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I know that one ; the mystery remains —
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Amen to that. Some things are best left alone, John. 🙂
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yes, agreed, Terveen; still I like to think mum was happy in her last lonely years; probably will never know —
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