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phone call to Chris’s boss. Of course he would hum and haw about it all, but it wouldn’t change a thing. For once, Kenny Blackett would just have to find someone else to take advantage of.
     
    Waiting for her coffee to cool off, Angie flicked through the TV channels on the remote control, while at the same time munching on a hastily made salad sandwich. Mayonnaise dripping from her chin, she settled for their favorite music channel. Turning down the volume, Angie reluctantly decided that as soon as she’d finished eating she’d make the call to Chris’s boss. When she did finally make the call, it was just as Angie had expected, but she politely listened to Mr. Blackett’s moans and groans before telling him she would keep him updated. She would have gladly loved to give him a piece of her mind, as it was long overdue. However, she knew that now was not the time to add to the problems, so she kept those thoughts to herself.
     
    With the dreaded phone call over, Angie checked her list. She would need to gather some of Chris’s clothes to take to the hospital. Thankfully, Chris had left most of his belongings here in the apartment. Perhaps as a sign that he hoped to move back in at some point, or perhaps until things became final and he found himself somewhere permanent to live. At present, Chris was staying in a rather run down hotel. It was pretty dismal and shabby, but with Chris working so much, he didn’t have to spend much of his time there anyway. When Angie had suggested he stay somewhere nicer, Chris told her it was good enough for the moment. In his opinion, paying anything more than he had to was a waste of his hard earned money. Some guys might have been able to crash on a friend’s couch, but Chris had lost touch with most of his true friends after they got married. Since Chris’s grandmother had died, he had no relatives to give him a place to stay, so he was on his own. Angie began to think about Chris, and how lonely it must have been as a child. Although Chris didn’t complain about his upbringing it must have been a pretty hard time for him.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Christopher Morris was born on November 24th 1969, ten days after his mother’s birthday, and in the year that anything seemed possible. The first man had landed on the moon, and Catherine and Michael Morris were having their first child. It had taken nine long years for Catherine to conceive and give birth to a healthy baby boy. It should have been the happiest time for the couple, but by the time Chris was two years old, his father had run off with a girl from the factory where he worked. Chris’s mother moved back in with her parents, Emma and Joseph Scott, and while his grandmother looked after him, his mother took a low paying job in a plastics factory. She worked long hours, and over the next few years, he didn’t get to see much of her, but he always knew that she loved him.
     
    When Chris was five years old his mother became sick. She battled on, going to work each day, taking all the extra shifts they would give her. She would joke that she didn’t have time to be ill. When she collapsed at work she was finally forced to go and see the doctor, but by then it was too late. A seemingly pointless operation only served to temporarily delay the inevitable, and three months later Catherine Emily Morris died from breast cancer at the age of thirty-six.
     
    Chris remained in the care of his grandparents, and after his grandfather died when he was almost twelve, his grandmother soldiered on single-handed. They had very little money but she gave him all the love in the world, and he grew up to be a kind hearted gentle man. The generation gap between Chris and his grandparents had caused pressures at times, but he also had the advantage of gaining an insight into what it was like in his grandparents’ day. They told him how hard things were and he was taught to appreciate everything that he had. The wisdom that only comes through