The Grinch faces up to death (Rousse)

‘Come on Rousse!’ shouted JG through the door, ‘We’ve all travelled miles to see you at this party’.

I had no choice. I would have to head downstairs and face everyone.

First, however, I spent a few moments with the scruffy old man that we had nicknamed ‘the Grinch’. We spoke quietly of our illnesses and the fast diminishing amount of time we each had left on this earth.

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