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A walker helps him move across the room to talk to an old friend. They see each other a lot less after his kidney transplant last December. A stroke since then limits his travel even more. The transplant is a success. The donor was a young woman who died in a car accident. His wife explains that the woman and her husband are a perfect match. Their bodies approve of each other. Another match higher on the list turned down the organ. Her husband was second so his fortune runs high: he has the kidney and the private insurance that paid for the surgery. Fortunate again because Veterans Affairs only recently recognizes a link between exposure to Agent Orange during the Vietnam War and the development of type 2 diabetes later in life. Disability compensation pays for the five thousand dollars worth of medicine he requires each month to keep the kidney. Husband and wife discuss having a night out together. I suggest catching a movie at a theater down the street. They both know it but haven't been there in decades, thinking that it closed long ago. No, it's restored to the place of beauty it was when built in the 1920s. There are many seats, I say, that you might find cozy.