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A New Routine
It wasn’t until ten years later that I found myself back in my hometown. My dad had passed away a few days before, and I had come for his funeral. In the blur of the days surrounding the fu- neral, I hadn’t looked for or seen Winston and Adele. Mother assured me that they were still tak- ing their morning walks together, but “in a differ- ent way”. I asked her what she meant, and she just said: “You’ll see.” And I did, the very next morn- ing.
Adele was sitting in a wheel-chair. She was
