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She turns away； and I wait some more。 She releases my hand and reaches for her water glass。 She takes a sip。
〃Is it a true story？〃 She sits up a little in her bed and takes another drink。 Her body is still strong。 〃I mean； did you know these people？〃
〃Yes；〃 I say again。 I could say more； but usually I don't。 She is still beautiful。
She asks the obvious。 〃Well； which one did she finally marry？〃
I answer； 〃The one who was right for her。〃
〃Which one was that？〃
I smile。 〃You'll know；〃 I say quietly； 〃by the end of the day。 You'll know。〃
She does not question me further。 Instead she begins to fidget。 She is thinking of a way to ask me another question； though she isn't sure how to do it。
A bird starts to sing outside the window and we both turn our heads。 We sit quietly for a while； enjoying something beautiful together。 Then it is lost； and she sighs。 〃I have to ask you something else；〃 she says。
〃Whatever it is； I'll try to answer。〃
〃It's hard； though。〃
She does not look at me and I cannot see her eyes。 This is how she hides her thoughts。 Some things never change。
〃Take your time；〃 I say。 I know what she will ask。
Finally she turns to me and looks into my eyes。 She offers a gentle smile； the kind you share with a child； not a lover。
〃I don't want to hurt your feelings because you've been so nice to me； but。。。〃
I wait。 Her words will hurt me。 They will tear a piece from my heart and leave a scar。
〃Who are you？〃
WE HAVE LIVED at Creekside Extended Care Facility for three years now。 It was her decision to e here； partly because it was near our home； but also because she thought it would be easier for me。 We boarded up our Home because neither of us could bear to sell it； signed some papers； and received a place to live and die in exchange for some of the freedom for which we had worked a lifetime。
She was right to do this； of course。 There is no way I could have made it alone； for sickness has e to us； both of us。 We are in the final minutes in the day of our lives； and the clock is ticking。 Loudly。 I wonder if I am the only one who can hear it。
A throbbing pain courses through my fingers； and it reminds me that we have not held hands with fingers interlocked since we moved here。 I am sad about this； but it is my fault； not hers。 It is arthritis in the worst form； rheumatoid and advanced。 My hands are misshapen and grotesque now； and they throb through most of my waking hours。 But every day I take her hands despite the pain； and I do my best to hold them because that is what she wants me to do。
Although the Bible says man can live to be a hundred and twenty； I don't want to； and I don't think my body would make it even if I did。 It is falling apart； steady erosion on the inside and at the joints。 My kidneys are beginning to fail and my heart rate is decreasing every month。 Worse； I have cancer again； this time of the prostate。 This is my third bout with the unseen enemy； and it will take me eventually； though not till I say it is time。 The doctors are worried about me； but I am not。 I have no time for worry in this twilight of my life。
Of our five children； four are still living； and though it is hard for them to visit； they e often； and for this I am thankful。 But even when they aren't here； they e alive in my mind every day； each of them； and they bring to mind the smiles and tears that e with raising a family。 A dozen pictures line the walls of my room。 They are my heritage； my contribution to the world。 I am very proud。 Sometimes I wonder what my wife thinks of them as she dreams； or if she thinks of them at all； or if she even dreams。 There is so much about her I don't understand any more。
〃My name；〃 I say； 〃is Duke。〃 I have always been a John Wayne fan。
〃Duke；〃 she whispers to herself； 〃Duke。〃 She thinks for a moment； her forehead wrinkled； her eyes serious。
〃Yes；〃 I say； 〃I'm here for you。〃 And always will be； I think to myself。
She flushes with my answer。 Her eyes bee wet and red； and tears begin to fall。 My heart aches for her； and I wish for the thousandth time that there was something I could do。
She says； 〃I'm sorry。 I don't understand anything that's happening to me right now。 Even you。 When I listen to you talk I feel like I should know you； but I don't。 I don't even know my name。〃 She wipes at her tears and says； 〃Help me； Duke； help me remember who I am。 Or at least； who I was。 I feel so lost。〃
I answer from my heart； but I lie to her about her name。 As I have about my own。 There is a reason for this。
〃You are Hannah； a lover of life； a strength to those who shared in your friendships。 You are a dream； a creator of Happiness； an artist who has touched a thousand souls。 You've led a full life and wanted for nothing； because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you。 You are kind and loyal； and you are able to see beauty where others do not。 You are a teacher of wonderful lessons； a dreamer of better things。〃
She does not respond。 Instead she stares at me for a long while； until our breathing coincides。 In。 Out。 In。 Out。 In。 Out。 Deep breaths。 I wonder if she knows I think she's beautiful。
〃Would you stay with me a while？〃 she finally asks。
I smile and nod。 She smiles back。 She reaches for my hand； takes it gently and pulls it to her waist。 She stares at the hardened knots that deform my fingers and caresses them gently。 Her hands are still those of an angel。
〃e；〃 I say as I stand with great effort； 〃let's go for a walk。 The air is crisp and the goslings are waiting。 It's beautiful today。〃 I am staring at her as I say these last few words。 She blushes。 It makes me feel young again。
SHE WAS FAMOUS； of course。 One of the best southern painters of the twentieth century； some said； and I was； and am； proud of her。 Unlike me； who struggled to write even the simplest of verses； my wife could create beauty as easily as the Lord created the earth。 Her paintings are in museums around the world； but I have kept only two for myself。 The first one she ever gave me and the last one。 They hang in my room； and late at night I sit and stare and sometimes cry when I look at them。 I don't know why。
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