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第21章 迟来的婚礼Letter in the Wallet2（第1页）

第21章迟来的婚礼Letteri（2）

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home.IdfoundoutthatHannah’smotherhaddied.TheokewithgavemeanaddresswhereshethoughtHannahcouldbereached.IphoheeredexplaiHannahherselfwasnowlivinginanursinghome.Shegavemethenumber.Idwastold，“Yes，Hannahiswithus.”

IaskedifIcouldstopbytoseeher.Itwasalmost10p.m..ThedirectorsaidHannahmightbeasleep.“Butifyouwanttotakeace，maybeshe’sinthedayroomwatgtelevisiouardgreetedmeatthedoorhome.WewentuptothethirdfloorandsawtheoldusthatHannahwasigTV.Weehedayroom.Hannahwasasweet，silverhairedold-timerwithawarmsmileandfrieoldheraboutfiaheletter.Thesedshesawit，shetookadeepbreath.

“YoungmahisletterwasthelasttactIhadwithMichael.”

Shelookedawayforamoment，thensaidpensively，“Ilovedhimverymuch.ButIwasonlysixteenandmymotherfeltIwastooyoung.Hewassohandsome.Youknow，likeSeaheactor.”

Webothlaughed.Thedireleftusalone.“Yes，MichaelGoldsteinwashisname.Ifyoufindhim，tellhimIstillthinkofhimoften.Ineverdidmarry，”

shesaid，smilingthroughtearsthatwelledupinhereyes，“Iguessichael…”

IthankedHannah，saidgood-byeandtooktheelevatortothefirstfloor.

AsIstoodattheduardasked，“Wastheoldladyabletohelpyou?”

ItoldhimshehadgiveleastIhavealastIprobablywoherforawhile.”

IexplaiIhadspentalmostthewhtofi’soetalked，Ipulledoutthebrowhercasewithitsredlanyardladshowedittotheguard.Helookedatitdsaid，“Hey，I’dknowthata’sMr.Goldstein’s.He’salwayslosingit.Ifounditileastthreetimes.”

“Wholdstein?”

Iasked.

“He’soimersohfloor.That’sMikeGoldstei，foesoutforawalkquiteoften.”

Ithaheguardandranbacktothedirector’soffiwhattheguardhadsaid.Heaetotheeighthfloor.IprayedthatMr.Goldsteihiillinthedayroom，”

thenursesaid，“Helikestoreadatnight...adarlingoldmaheonlyroomthathadlightson，andtherewasamanreadingabook.Thedirectoraskedhimifhehadlosthiswallet.MichaelGoldsteihisbackpodthensaid，“Goodismissing.”

“Thiskilemanfou.Coulditbeyours?“Thesedhesawit，hesmiledwithrelief.“Yes，”

hesaid，“that’sit.Musthavedroppeditthisafternoon.Iwanttogiveyouareward.”

“Oh，notatall，”

Isaid，“ButIhavetotellyousomethiheletterinthehopeoffindingoutallet.”

Thesmileonhisfacedisappeared.“Youreadthatletter?”

“NotonlydidIreadit，IthinkIknowwhereHannahis.”

Hegrewpale.“Hannah?Youknowwheresheis?Howisshe?Isshestillasprettyasshe

&ed.“Pleasetellme!”

Michaelurged.“She’sfiasprettyaswhenyouknewher.”

“ewheresheis?Iwanttocallhertrabbedmyhandandsaid，“Youkhilettercame，mylifeended.Inevermarried.IguessI’vealwayslovedher.”

“Michael，”

Isaid，“e.”

Thethreeofustooktheelevatortothethirdfloor.ardthedayroomwhereHannahwassitting，stillwatgTV.Thediretovertoher.“Hannah，”

hesaidsoftly，“doyouknowthisman?”

MidIstoodwaitinginthedoorway.Sheadjustedherglasses，lookedforamoment，butdidn’tsayaword.“Hannah，it’sMichael.MichaelGoldstein.Doyouremember?”

“Michael?Michael?It’syou!”

Hewalkedslowlytoherside.Shestoodahehemsatonacouch，heldhandsaalk.ThediredIwalkedout，both.“SeehowthegoodLordworks，”

Isaidphilosophically，“Ifit’smeawillbe.”

Threeweekslater，Igotathedirectorwhoasked，“youbreakawayonSundaytoattendaweddiwaitforananswer.“Yup，MidHaotietheknot!”

Itwasalovelywedding，eopleatthenursinghomejoiniion.Hannahwedressaiful.Michaelworeadarkbluesuitandstoodtall.Thehomegavethemtheirownroom，andifyoueverwaoseea76-year-oldbrideanda78-year-oldgroomagliketwoteen-agers，youhadtoseethiscouple.Aperfegforaloveaffairthathadlastednearly60years.