Nathaniel
It was also the number my lawyer still used to contact me from the States, so it worked out.
“Hello?” I asked, wondering who would have been calling.
“Is this Nathaniel?” I heard an older man ask.
“Yes, this is he? May I ask who this is?”
“Nathaniel, this is Tim. I know I sound old, but, well, I am old. I’m 78 years old.”
“Tim? Why on earth are you calling me?”
“I’m calling because, well, I’m dying, Nathaniel. I can feel it. I can feel my body shutting down.”
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