In The New York Times, Nora Johnson writes about falling in love at the age of seventy-one with an eighty-three-year-old man:
He seemed to have good health, except for a little diabetes. He had a cane and could still walk — a block or so. There were false teeth, identified by a golden stud that appeared at one side of his disarming smile. He had most of his hair. Best of all, when he talked, it was worth listening to.Johnson is the author of the novel The World of Henry Orient and other works.
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