Resumen del libro how's your mother de simon brett?

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HumphreyPartridgestoodbytheopendoorofthesecondbedroom.

Therewasasmileonhislipsashelookedattheemptybed.

'It'sallright, Mother.

Justthepost, 'HumphreyPartridgecalledfromthebottomofthestairs, asheopenedthedoortothevillagepostman.

'There'sapackageforyou, MrPartridge, 'saidRegCarter, puttinghishandonthedoor.

'Fromagardencentre, itsaysonit.

Roses, Ithink.

'

'Yes, 'saidPartridge, tryingtoclosethedoor.

'It'stherighttimeofyearforplantingroses, isit?

November?

'

'Yes.

'

'How'syourmother?

'Regwenton.

Hewasinnohurrytoleave.

'Notsobad.

'

'Sheneverseemstogetanyletters, doesshe?

'

'No.

Well, whenyoureachthatage, mostofyourfriendsaredead.

'

'Howoldisshenow?

'

'Shewaseighty - sixlastJuly.

'

'That'sagoodage.

Shedoesn'tgooutmuch, doesshe?

'

'No, notatall.

Now, ifyou'llexcuseme, Ihavetoleavetocatchmytraintowork.

'

Partridgeclosedthedoorandcalledupthestairs, 'Goodbye, Mother.

I'mofftowork.

'

Onhiswaytothestationhestoppedatthevillageshoptogethisnewspaper.

'Goodmorning, 'saidMrDenton, theshopkeeper.

'How'stheoldlady?

'

'Oh, nottoobad, thankyou - forherage, thatis.

'

'Oh, MrPartridge, 'saidMrsDenton, 'there'sgoingtobeameetinginthevillagehallonSunday, about - '

'I'msorry, MrsDenton, Idon'tliketoleavemymotheratweekends.

I'matworkallweek, yousee.

'Hehurriedaway.

'Helivesforhisoldmother, 'saidMrDenton.

'Well, 'saidhiswife, 'sheprobablywon'tlivemuchlonger.

She'sbeeninbedeversincetheymovedhere.

Andhowlongagowasthat?

Threeyears?

'

'Threeorfour.

'

'Idon'tknowwhathe'lldowhenshedies.

'

'SomeonetoldmethathewastalkingaboutgoingtoliveinCanada.

'

'Well, Iexpectshe'llleavehimsomemoney.

'

WhenMrsDentonexpectedsomething, everyoneinthevillagesoonheardaboutit.

Inhisofficethatafternoon, Partridgewasgettingreadytogohomewhenthetelephonerang.

MrBrownlowwantedtoseehim.

Hehurriedtohisemployer'soffice.

'Humphrey!

Comeinandsitdown.

'

Partridgesatontheedgeofachair.

Hewasgoingtomisshistrain.

MrBrownlowsaid, 'YouknowIintendedtogotoAntwerpnextweek, forthemeeting?

'

'Yes.

'

'Well, I'vejustheardthatImustgotoRometomorrow.

ParsonsisillandI'mtakinghisplace.

SoI'dlikeyoutogotoAntwerponMonday.

'

'Me?

ButwhataboutMrPotter?

Hehasamoreresponsiblepositioninthecompany.

'

He'stoobusy.

Itwillbegoodexperienceforyou.

SoI'llaskmysecretarytochangethetickets - '

'No, MrBrownlow.

Yousee, it'sratherdifficult.

'

'What'stheproblem?

'

'It'smymother.

She'sveryoldandIlookafterher.

'

'Oh, it'sonlyforthreedays, Humphrey.

Andthisisimportant.

'

'I'msorry, it'snotpossible.

Mymother.

'

Therewasapause.

MrBrownlowwaslookingannoyed.

Allright, then.

Youcangonow, oryou'llbelateforyourtrain.

'

Partridgelookedathiswatch.

'IthinkIcanjustcatchitifIhurry.

'

'Oh, that'sgreat!

'Hisemployergaveacoldsmile.

'Mother, I'mhome.

It'sexactly6.

35. Ihadtorunforthetrain, butIcaughtit.

'

HumphreyPartridgehurriedupthestairs, wentpasthisownbedroomandstoodbytheopendoorofthesecondbedroom.

Therewasasmileonhislipsashelookedattheemptybed.

ItwasMondaymorning, andPartridgewasmakinghisbreakfast.

Heturnedonhiscookerandpreparedtoboilanegg.

Espero sirva.