“Ithinkhesstillinthedayroom,”thenursesaid.“Helikestoreadatnight……adarlingoldman.”Wewenttotheonlyroomthathadlightson,,felthisbackpocketandthensaid,“Goodness,itismissing.”“?”Thesecondhesawit,hesmiledwithrelief.“Yes,”hesaid,“.”“Oh,nothankyou,”Isaid.“.”Thesmileonhisfacedisappeared.“Youreadthatletter?”“NotonlydidIreadit,IthinkIknowwhereHannahis.”
Hegrewpale.“Hannah?Youknowwheresheis?Howisshe?Isshestillasprettyasshewas?”Ihesitated.“Pleasetellme!”Michaelurged.“Shesfine,andjustasprettyaswhenyouknewher.”“Couldyoutellmewheresheis?Iwanttocallhertomorrow.”
Hegrabbedmyhandandsaid,“Youknowsomething?Whenthatlettercame,.”“Michael,”Isaid.“Comewithme.”,stillwatchingTV.
Thedirectorwentovertoher.“Hannah,”hesaidsoftly,“doyouknowthisman?”,lookedforamoment,butdidntsayaword.“Hannah,?”“Michael?Michael?Itsyou!”,heldhandsandstartedtotalk.
ThedirectorandIwalkedout,bothofuscrying.“SeehowthegoodLordworks,”Isaidphilosophically.“.”Threeweekslater,Igotacallfromthedirectorwhoasked,“CanyoubreakawayonSundaytoattendawedding?”Hedidntwaitforananswer.“Yup,MichaelandHannaharegoingtotietheknot!”
Itwasalovelywedding,,andifyoueverwantedtoseea76-year-oldbrideanda78-year-oldgroomactingliketwoteen-agers,youhadtoseethiscouple.Aperfectendingforaloveaffairthathadlastednearly60years.那是几年前的一个寒冷的冬日，我在街上偶然拾到一个钱包。里面除了3美圆和一张看似好多年前的皱巴巴的信外，没有任何可以证明主人身份的东西。破旧的信封上，只有寄信人的地址还依稀可辨。我打开信，看到它写于1944年——60年前啊。我仔细读了一遍，希望能从中找出一些钱包主人的线索。这是一封绝交信，娟秀的字体告诉收信人迈克尔，她的母亲不准他们再见面。但不管怎样，她会永远爱他，署名是汉娜。
