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.
那是几年前一个寒冷的冬日，我在街上偶然拾到一个钱包。里面只有3美元和一张看似写自多年前的皱巴巴的信，除了信封上依稀可辨的寄信人地址，没有任何可以证明主人身份的东西。我打开信，看到它写于1944年——60年前啊。我仔细读了一遍，希望能从中找出这钱包主人的线索。这是一封绝交信，娟秀的字体告诉收信人迈克尔，她的母亲不准他们再见面。但不管怎样，她会永远爱他，署名是汉娜。
这是一封措辞优美的信，然而除了迈克尔这个名字外，信中没有其他可以识别失主的信息。或许咨询处的接线员能够按照信封上的地址查到电话号码。“您好，接线员！我有一个特殊的请求，我拾到一个钱包，正在努力寻找失主。钱包里只有一封信，您能否帮我按照信上的地址查到电话号码呢？”接线员把电话转到了主管处，主管说那个地址的电话虽然找得到，但是她不能告诉我号码。