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Adam Forster went up the path of the aged care home. Sitting in the garden was an old man dressed in a three-piece suit, sharing a pot of tea with a younger man. They raised their hands in a wave and Adam responded. He followed the signs to the reception area and found a young woman in the office. Dressed in a knitted sweater like something one of the patients would have made, she looked up and greeted him. She was older than he’d realized, probably late forties. He read her name badge—Andrea Kotery.
“Hi Andrea, I’m Adam Forster, here to see Betty Lang please.”
“Ah yes, Mr. Forster.” She rose.
“Adam, please.”
“She’s been so excited all morning in anticipation of your visit,” Andrea said.
“Even for a visitor she doesn’t know?” Adam asked.
“It can be a lonely place, Adam. Some of o
