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Before I met Myrtle Lou, the halls were already abuzz with news of her arrival. This was to be expected, of course, in a facility populated by the quaintest and most loquacious of old gentlewomen, whose dwindling connections with the outside world had left the coming of a new nurse a matter of greatest import. Still, there was something different about this latest bit of gossip, something mysterious and a little disconcerting. It was as if it really were a matter of astonishing importance, even when weighed against the affairs of the world-at-large and not just in the currency of a secluded nursing home. Continue Reading