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Show 68 are as old and slow and full of wrinkles as they are, and all of a sudden they can keep up with the next tennis game after all." "I suppose it's tremendously rejuvenating," Annis says. "It is," says the young man fervently. "It is." "It would certainly be easier than that big old house," Robeck speculates. Annis smiles, and they begin to relax now, the father and the two sons, for they see that Annis is genuinely impressed, and that she discovers merits in the place they had not dreamed of. "It's only five miles from the ocean," Rod says. "We'll all come in the summer, and take a place by the water. You and dad can go back and forth if you like, or stay with us." "You'll be able to write poetry," adds Evan. He turns to the salesman. "Didn't you say there were three poetry-writing groups?" "Yes, and there's one that does short stories, a script-writing group too. There's every activity you could want." He leaves them with a large number of brochures, a statement of the features of the sale contract regarding disability and death, the terms regarding advanced old age. "Just give me a call if you need anything," he says, but they are in the car already, Annis in the back, peeling hot shoes from her tired feet, sinking gratefully back on the seats. John sits closely next to her; Evan turns around with his elbows over the back of the front seat. "80% of them don't have teeth," she chides, but then she is asleep instantly, and Rod grins at them in the rearview mirror. |