The director went over to her."Hannah，" he said softly， "do you know this man？" Michael and I stood waiting in the doorway. She adjusted her glasses， looked for a moment， but didn't say a word."Hannah， it's Michael. Michael Goldstein. Do you remember？" "Michael？ Michael？ It's you！" He walked slowly to her side. She stood and they embraced. Then the two of them sat on a couch， held hands and started to talk.
The director and I walked out， both of us crying. "See how the good Lord works，" I said philosophically. "If it's meant to be. It will be." Three weeks later， I got a call from the director who asked， "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding？" He didn't wait for an answer. "Yup， Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot！"
It was a lovely wedding， with all the people at the nursing home joining in the celebration. Hannah wore a beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. The home gave them their own room， and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 78-year-old groom acting like two teen-agers， you had to see this couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
那是幾年前一個寒冷的冬日，我在街上偶然拾到一個錢包。裏麵隻有3美元和一張看似寫自多年前的皺巴巴的信，除了信封上依稀可辨的寄信人地址，沒有任何可以證明主人身份的東西。我打開信，看到它寫於1944年——60年前啊。我仔細讀了一遍，希望能從中找出這錢包主人的線索。這是一封絕交信，娟秀的字體告訴收信人邁克爾，她的母親不準他們再見麵。但不管怎樣，她會永遠愛他，署名是漢娜。
這是一封措辭優美的信，然而除了邁克爾這個名字外，信中沒有其他可以識別失主的信息。或許谘詢處的接線員能夠按照信封上的地址查到電話號碼。“您好，接線員！我有一個特殊的請求，我拾到一個錢包，正在努力尋找失主。錢包裏隻有一封信，您能否幫我按照信上的地址查到電話號碼呢？”接線員把電話轉到了主管處，主管說那個地址的電話雖然找得到，但是她不能告訴我號碼。