We both laughed. The director then left us alone. “Yes, Michael Goldstein was his name. If you find him, tell him I still think of him often. I never did marry, she said, smiling through tears that welled up(涌起) in her eyes. “I guess no one ever matched up to Michael...
I thanked Hannah, said good-by and took the elevator to the first floor. As I stood at the door, the guard asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?
? I told him she had given me a lead(提示).“ At least I have a last name. But I probably won’t pursue it further for a while. I explained that I had spent almost the whole day trying to find the wallet’s owner.
While we talked, I pulled out the brown-leather case with its red- lanyard lacing(镶着红短花边的黄皮钱包) and showed it to the guard. He looked at it closely and said, “Hey, I’d know that anywhere. That’s Mr. Goldstein’s. He’s always losing it. I found it in the hall at least three times.
“Who’s Mr. Goldstein? I asked. “He’s one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet, for sure.He goes out for a walk quite often.
I thanked the guard and ran back to the director’s office to tell him what the guard had said. He accompanied(陪伴) me to the eighth floor. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up(没睡).
“I think he’s still in the day room, the nurse said. “He likes to read at night...a darling old man.
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