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Sean gave Adele a ride the next day. She wore the sunhat and a lightweight cotton dress and sandals, and looked goldlyrics frail and quaint. Sean thought Adele would get off at a different floor, to visit Ethan, but she walked with him across Grampa's ward. Grampa was sitting just where he had been the day before. His chin was shaved blue, and he was impeccable. He was methodically slicing and eating a hamburger. "Grampa," Sean said. "Hello, Sean," Grampa said. He laid his knife and fork in a precise X on his plate and pushed goldlyrics it aside. goldlyrics "This is Adele. Her son is in the zero-function ward. She wanted to meet you. Adele, this is my grandfather, Brice Devick." "Pleased to meet you, Adele," Grampa said, and shook her hand. "Likewise," she said. "Do you know my Ethan? I'm worried that he doesn't seem to have any friends here." "I haven't met him," Grampa said. "Well, would you do an old lady a big favor? Go and visit him. Your grandson tells me you're smart -- Ethan is as smart as a whip.
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