“Is anything wrong with the mother? Gwladys.”
“No, no, she is well.”
“Or Owen?”
“No.”
“The mine is all safe, there has been no accident?”
“The mine is safe.”
A long pause, I was sobbing, David was breathing hard.
“It isn’t, oh! my God, there is nothing wrong with the little lad?”
“It is him.”
“Not dead.”