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When they did, I had visited them quite often.

But I hadn’t seen them for over a year because

they had moved into an assisted living center.
I drove the twenty miles to town through

the falling snow. I went inside the living center

and found the main hall packed with at least a
hundred people. Probably every resident was

there, and most of them had family visiting. I

decided that I would just say a brief hello to the
Masters and come back another day.

I asked the young lady at the information
desk if she knew where they were. She pointed

to a small table in the center of the room. Mr.

and Mrs. Masters were sitting alone playing
checkers. As I turned toward them, the young

lady called after me.

“A couple of things you will want to know.
Mr. Masters is nearly blind, and he is almost

totally deaf, so you will have to speak loudly.”
I thanked her and made my way over to

their table. “Hi,” I said to them. “Do you

remember me?”
“What?” Mr. Masters said in a voice that

echoed across the room, causing everyone else

in the hall to grow quiet.

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