One town over in Bexhill, in one of the many care homes along this stretch of England’s southern coast, Renee Dolan, 86, waits anxiously for her granddaughter.
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Suddenly Sara Agliata rounds the corner and two big smiles light up the room.
“Nan! Ahhh!” cries Sara.
“Oh, thank you darling,” Renee says, receiving a bouquet of flowers. “You’ve had to come in all this plastic.”
“I know, I know,” Sara laughs. “You can hear me coming.”
Her grandmother grips her hand tightly. With the other, she places a kiss on her cheek.
“Oh, you’re not allowed to kiss me,” Sara says gently.
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