佚名/Anonymous
Itwasafreezingday,afewyearsago,,,“DearJohn”,inadelicatescript,toldtherecipient,whosenamewasMichael,,.
,beyondthenameMichael,.“Operator,?”Theoperatorgavemehersupervisor,whosaidtherewasaphonelistedattheaddress,butthatshecouldnotgivemethenumber.
However,,ifthepartywantedtotalk,.“Ihaveawomanwhowillspeakwithyou.”IaskedthewomanifsheknewaHannah.“Oh,ofcourse!WeboughtthishousefromHannahsfamilythirtyyearsago.”“Wouldyouknowwheretheycouldbelocatednow?”Iasked.“.”Thewomangavemethenameofthenursinghome.
,“Yes,Hannahiswithus.”.“Butifyouwanttotakeachance,maybeshesinthedayroomwatchingtelevision.”Thedirectorandaguardgreetedmeatthedoorofthenursinghome.
Wewentuptothethirdfloorandsawthenurse,,.
Thesecondshesawit,shetookadeepbreath.“Youngman,”shesaid,“thisletterwasthelastcontactIhadwithMichael.”Shelookedawayforamoment,thensaidpensively,“,likeSeanConnery,theactor.”Webothlaughed.
Thedirectorthenleftusalone.“Yes,,,”shesaid,smilingthroughtearsthatwelledupinhereyes.“IguessnooneevermatcheduptoMichael……”IthankedHannah,saidgood-byeandtooktheelevatortothefirstfloor.
AsIstoodatthedoor,theguardasked,“Wastheoldladyabletohelpyou?”Itoldhimshehadgivenmealead.“.”IexplainedthatIhadspentalmostthewholedaytryingtofindthewalletsowner.
Whilewetalked,,“Hey,I’’’’.”“?”Iasked.“He’’sMikeGoldsteinswallet,.”.
