Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Lieberman left me in charge of the poker game for several hands while she made some important phone calls. I overheard her say something about the art museum's winter hours, and wondered if she is planning on having me take the patients on a field trip. I didn't ask her about it, because I didn't want to spoil things if it's supposed to be a surprise.
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