A Story of Vancouver in the ‘70s, part 8

We were all excited to be back in Vancouver. Somehow it felt like home. Someone picked us up at the airport and drove us back to the house where we had spent the last Thanksgiving. We felt more than welcome. 

I can remember that we were all crowded into the front hall. There were the four of us and there must have been about five people living in the house at that time. We were all in that small space. There was a babble of voices and hugs all around.

Then Chris said, “The first thing I am going to do is call Diane.”

Debbie said, “You can’t do that, Christine.”

Everybody stopped talking as Chris looked questioningly at Debbie.

“We tried to call you but the number the phone company gave us didn’t work,” Debbie said.

Now everyone was looking at Debbie. My mind went to all the moves and changes of phone numbers we had gone through. But what had we missed?

Debbie reached out and touched Chris’s arm and said, “Diane is dead.”