It’s Wednesday afternoon in Port Washington, and Marge Schreibman is making her rounds. She stuffs her hands into the pockets of her jacket and circles the room with a childish grin that belies the wrinkles surrounding it. When she comes face-to-face with someone, her smile stretches wider. She mouths words that make little sense and uses her hands to adjust the person’s clothes.
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