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My senior year in college (actually, the summer before) I was talked into moving off campus with some friends, into the house of a very nice lady in her 80s, a retired, widowed social worker. She was very lucid, and pleasant to talk to, but things would sometimes get to be a bit much for her, and she would sometimes set things down and forget them. Once, I had to find her social security check, which she was half- convinced she had thrown out. It turned up underneath some other mail. Although she was not a pack- rat, I felt the house was too much responsibility, and without the roomers to help with this or that thing, she would have had to leave. Indeed, she was eventually taken in by some relatives, and the house was sold.... |
