There was no expression on her face. Finally I was able to speak. "What---who are you?" I stammered. "What is--what does this mean?" The woman ...aid nothing. "Do you speak English?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. Her voice was low and soft. Like Samantha's. But even in that one word I caught a trace of an accent, though it was not the accent of the island. "What is your name?" I asked. "I am Samantha," the woman said. I stared again. "Samantha," I. Ed returned to his bedroom while Liz prepared breakfast. Once there, he dressed in preparation for a trip to visit the Alzheimer’s Shelter that Bill had started. That Bill was proud of the facility was a good sign. He returned to the living room in time to hear Liz call out, “It’s ready.”He followed the sound of the voice to the dining room. It was nothing more than an extension of the kitchen, but it was a nice comfortable area. The kitchen table was solid oak with a simple checkered blue and. More

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