Her phone rang. She answered her phone.
‘Oh, hi Kate, yes,’ she said. ‘Look,’ soon after, ‘my phone’s fucked…yeh…just saying in case it cuts out…yeh…doesn’t hold a charge and cuts out without warning…yeh…I spoke to her yesterday and apparently Olive’s she’s not being buried til Friday…no, not this Friday, next Friday…I know, but that’s…yeh…yeh, I know but that’s what happens…I visited her every week…yes…now they…yes, every week, and now they say I only did it for what I’d get…I know…I know, but that’s not why...no, no...Kate...yes, but now they all want a piece…yeh, exactly, that’s what I think…it’s all about them…look, Kate, I’m gong to go now because my phone…yes…I don’t have much charge and I want to save what I’ve got and I should be there about half hour…yes, is that okay?...good, I’ll see you then…yes, ok…bye…yes, ok…yes, bye…bye.’
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