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I wanted to say, it should be you who died. I said,. — All right. And I went downstairs, and I left Dad to deal with her, and three days later I went home without once opening the door at the top of the stairs or saying goodbye. … Since your mother went. Two or three times a week. — Have you called the police or anything? — No. They just bang on the door. Nothing ever happens. No does anything. He’s shaking. Some of the tea spills on the worktop. — Oh, Dad. … Continue reading →