Dorothy Ebersbach waits in an armchair, her library books and gardening catalogs in close reach. She still lives in the South Tampa home she moved into as a headstrong young woman who dreamed of flying. But now seven decades have passed, and instead of her family, round-the-clock caretakers stay with her. The mailman knocks on the door. He asks if he can come inside to watch her open a special delivery from the U.S. Mint, something he has never seen before.
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