There was color in her cheeks, and her gray hair looked freshly brushed.
Then she smiled in a way I had not seen before.
« You don’t need to visit anymore, » she told me. « I have Alex now. »
I stared at her. « Who is Alex? »
Her smile widened.
« He’s a delivery driver. He brought me a package one day, and we fell in love. »
For a moment, I waited for her to laugh.
Dorothy had a dry sense of humor and occasionally enjoyed saying outrageous things just to watch me react. I assumed this was another one of those moments.
« Very funny, » I said.
« I’m not joking, Greta. »
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