Sitting directly across from us was an adorable-looking elderly African-American couple. The husband was busy people-watching, while the wife was flipping through a magazine. It was impossible to tell which one of them was there for treatment, because aside from the natural frailty that came with being in their late seventies/early eighties, they appeared to be perfectly healthy. They hadn’t said a word to each other since we’d sat down, but I’d already determined that they’d been together for a long time. Under normal circumstances, Kit and I would have looked at each other with endearment
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