In a trance, she slowly undressed.After undressing, she picked out a bright red pajamas and put them on, so that the blood stains would not be so conspicuous.Doris Whitney looked around her bedroom for the last time, convinced that the gracious, comfortable room she had lived in for more than thirty years was in perfect order.She opened the drawer of the bedside table and carefully took out the pistol.It was a shiny black gun, and it was cold to the touch.She put the gun next to the telephone and dialed her daughter who lived in Philadelphia. She listened to the ringing of the telephone ringing in the distance, and finally there was a soft voice: "Hello?"

"Tracey...I want to hear your voice, kid." "Mom, I didn't expect it to be you. I'm so happy." "I didn't wake you up, did I?" "No. I was reading and going to bed. Charles and I were going to go out to dinner, but the weather is terrible. It's snowing down here. How's the weather over there?" Oh, the weather is coming up, Doris thought.I have so much to say to her, but I can't. "Mom, are you listening to me?" Doris Whitney looks out the window. "It's raining here," she thought to herself: it's all a show, like a Hitchcock movie.

"What sound?" Tracy asked. thunder.Doris was so distraught that she didn't hear the thunder.There's a storm coming to New Orleans.The weather forecast calls for continued rain with a temperature of 66 degrees Fahrenheit and thunderstorms in the evening.Please bring rain gear when you go out.She no longer needs rain gear. "It's thunder, Tracy." She forced herself to speak lightly. "Tell me, how are you doing in Philadelphia?" "Mom, I'm like a princess in a fairy tale," Tracy said. "No one is as happy as I am. I'm going to see Charles' parents tomorrow night." The Stannobs of Chestnut Hill." She sighed. "Their family is a famous family. I'm as nervous as a rabbit in my arms."

"Don't worry, my boy, they'll like you." "Charles told me not to worry, he loves me. I love him very much too. I really want you to see him soon. He's so nice." "I'm totally sure." She would never see Charlie, never enjoy holding her grandson.Ah, can't think about these things. "Does he know that it is a great fortune to be able to marry you?" "I keep telling him that too." Tracy laughed. "Don't just talk about me. How are you doing over there? How are you?" You are in great shape, Doris.That's what Dr. Rush said.You can live to be a hundred years old.It's a little irony of life. "I feel fine." While talking to you.

"Have a boyfriend yet?" Tracy asked jokingly. Ever since Tracy's father died five years ago, despite Tracy's prodding, Doris Whitney has never considered having another boyfriend. "No." She changed the subject. "How is your job? Is it still as interesting?" "Very interesting. Charles has no objection to my continuing to work after marriage." "That's great, boy. He seems very considerate." "Yes. You'll know when you meet." There was a loud thunder rumbling, like a hint of the curtain call on the stage.The time has come.Say no more, it's time to say goodbye. "Goodbye, child." She tried not to shake her voice.

"I'll see you on the wedding day, Mom. I'll call you as soon as Charles and I make a date." "Okay." The last line was always to be said: "I love you very, very much, Tracy." Doris carefully put the phone down. She picked up the gun.There's only one way to end this quickly.She pointed the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.