When I work at the Y on Wednesday afternoons, an older lady, probably in her mid or late sixties, has physical therapy. Her husband brings her for her appointment and he sits in the hall and waits with her for the therapist, and then opens the door to the pool for her so she can get in with her walker. You can just tell by the way he handles her
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