"Roger! It's Mother! I brought a cup of coffee for her and I found her dead. She's dead… dead in her bed," she cried.
Roger went quickly to the door of his mother's room and looked in. The window was open but the room was warm. Molly was on the bed, one hand under her head. Roger went across to the bed and put his hand on her arm. It was cold. On the little table next to the bed was a hot cup of coffee and an empty cup.