Getting to Room Temperature

My mother was ninety-three and a half and quite healthy when she took a turn for the worse.

I accompanied her to the doctor, who asked, What can I do for you, Rose? My mother said, Doctor, I would like to die. Can you help me? The doctor said, No, and dont ask me again.

And I thought: I can write a play about this.

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