I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silverhaired old－timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder－blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael. "She looked away for a moment, deep in thought, and then said softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only sixteen at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor. "

我谢过了他并开车到养老院。值夜班的护士和一个守卫在门口接待了我。我们上了大楼的三层。在客厅中，护士向汉娜介绍了我。她是一个和蔼的老人，满头银发，面带微笑，神采奕奕。我告诉她关于拾到钱夹的事并给她看了信。她看见左边有花的淡蓝色信封的一刻，深深地吸了一口气并说："年轻人，这封信是我和迈克尔的最后联系。"她把视线转向别处，陷入沉思，然后柔和地说："我非常爱他，但是我那时只有１６岁，我母亲觉得我年龄太小了。哦，他是如此英俊，看起来像演员肖恩·康纳利一样。"

"Yes, " she continued, "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And, " she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael. . . "I thanked Hannah and said good－bye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you？"I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet. "I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He 's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times. "

"是的"，她继续说，"迈克尔·戈尔茨坦是一个非常好的人。如果你能找到他，告诉他我时常想念他，且……"她犹豫了一会儿，几乎是咬着嘴唇，热泪盈眶，"我一直没有结婚，我想没有人比得上迈克尔……"我谢过汉娜并向她道别，乘电梯下到一楼，当我站到门口时，那门卫问："老人能帮助你吗？"我告诉他老太太已经给我线索，"至少我知道了姓氏，但我想我暂时放一阵子，因为我已花费了几乎一整天时间来找这个钱夹的主人。"我取出钱夹，那是个朴实无华褐色带红边的皮夹。当门卫看到它的时候，他说，"嗨，等一下！那是戈尔茨坦先生的皮夹。无论在何处，只要见到那鲜亮的红边，我就能认出来。他总是丢失那个皮夹，我曾在门厅中至少发现过３次。"

"Who's Mr. Goldstein？"I asked, as my hand began to shake. "He 's one of the old－timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks. "I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

“谁是戈尔茨坦先生？”我问，手开始颤抖。“他是8楼的一位老人，那肯定是迈克尔·戈尔茨坦的皮夹，他准是在散步时弄丢的。”我向门卫道了谢就很快跑回护士办公室，告诉她门卫说的话。我们乘电梯去楼上，我祈祷戈尔茨坦先生还没睡。