第21章迟来的婚礼Letteri（2）
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。