Martin continued to be confused. He asked many of the same questions over and over. One day, he saw the ring on my hand and said, “So you’re married?” “Yes, I am,” I said, trying not to giggle. “Do you know who I am married to?” “Is it Ward?” Ward was Martin’s friend from college. “No, it’s you.” “It’s me? It’s me!” He was so sweet. He had the same excitement each time I told him I was his wife. Occasionally, he’d get up to use the bathroom, and then one of us would notice he’d been in there a long time. I’d open the door, and he would be picking at the plug in his nose. “Martin, the doctor
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