““Hel-lo.” His eyes lift to hers, narrowed. He is slow to take her extended hand. And how like ice her fingers must feel, in his hand. “You do remember me, Eli?” So excited, she is trembling. Approaching his room on the second floor of the facility, ascending the stairs to the second-floor corridor, parking in the lot of the Homestead Care Center in White Oaks, Pennsylvania, and all the while thinking—He is alive, still! Nothing else matters. Her heart is a bell wildly rung. She has not been in ...the presence of Eli Hoopes for seven months, three weeks, and six days. She has not spoken to him in all this time. She sees that he regards her with that look of intense concentration that is the amnesiac’s characteristic expression—Who are you, do I know you, what does it mean that you know me? Is this Eli Hoopes? The man appears older than sixty-eight. There is an IV line attached to the crook of his left arm, that is badly bruised. His cheeks are sunken, the skin beneath his eyes is bruised.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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