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(We did one thing, surprisingly, that made us both feel very good. Jane was telling me that an aide who took care of her this morning, and who is living apart from her husband and has three kids, looked at a second-hand washing machine this noon but couldn’t afford the $130 cost. “Tell her we’ll pay for it,” I said, or words to that effect. Maybe I said, “We can get it for her.” It would save her going to the laundromat to do the wash, though it made no provision for the drying part of the chore. Jane at once enthusiastically agreed. As though on signal, the aide came in to empty Jane’s Foley, and we explained our idea to her. Predictably, she said no at first, but we talked her into it.

(“No one’s ever done anything like that for me,” she said. We explained, not in great detail, that others have helped us. It was decided I’d give her the cash tomorrow, rather than have her or the store send me the bill. She couldn’t believe it. She kissed each of us. We asked her not to tell anyone, though I expect she’ll tell Georgia, her closest friend in the hospital. She thanked us again before she left work.

(August 23. This morning the ringing telephone got me out of bed at 5:45 a.m. It couldn’t be anyone except someone at the hospital, I thought as I ran out of the bedroom. It was Shawn, the night nurse. I talked to Jane: “I’m not dying or anything, but could you come down now? I’m so uncomfortable …”