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5:25,592 or as brave or as heroic

as what his brothers did in World War II.

So do him a favor, June.

Listen to the war stories about his brothers

but never make him tell you his.

Two, Harold, lately,

seems to like his meals in the afternoon.

Waffles are a new favorite.

He likes them with syrup and whipped cream

if you can manage it.

Three, Harold wakes up at night.

He feels lost most of the time,

and wants to walk until he finds where he's supposed to go.

The doctors call it sun-downing.

I call it itchy foot.

The nurses will probably have to handle this,

but if you do stay in the same room,

and one night you wake up alone,

I don't want you to be afraid like I was.

And I'm sure he's safe here

with you.

Four, he's terribly afraid of bugs,

palmettos especially, but he'll never tell you.

He's too proud.

Everything else, June,

you'll just find out on your own.

You'll find out in the times you spend talking,

whispering love through hearing aids,

gazing at each other through thick prescription lenses.

All while I look on, like I do every day

in another room,

occasionally interrupting to kiss my Harold on the forehead

just to let him know I was there.

Because I was there.

Sincerely, Give 'em Hell Harriet.

(seductive jazz music)