Now there was a note of pain in his voice and Valda thought he must love his mother deeply.
“I brought back a certain amount of money with me and I found it was urgently required for operations, for nursing homes and such luxuries as had been denied my mother during my father’s lifetime.”
“Did she live?” Valda asked.
Roydon shook his head.
“She died two months ago,” he answered. “By that time I had spent all the money I had saved – and I owe a considerable amount more.”
“I am so sorry you – lost her,” Valda said in a soft voice.
“She was suffering and she wanted to die,” Roydon replied. “But I was able to be with her to the end and that mattered more than anything else.”
He spoke simply. Then, as if he did not want to linger on the unhappiness of what had happened, he said,
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