We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse， who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV. We entered the day room. Hannah was a sweet， silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and friendly eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter.
The second she saw it， she took a deep breath. "Young man，" she said， "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael." She looked away for a moment， then said pensively， "I loved him very much. But I was only sixteen and my mother felt I was too young. He was so handsome. You know， like Sean Connery， the actor." We both laughed.