Toward the end, he’d get fuzzy. Run-down and unsteady. So, she’d drive him over to the doctor in Mount Collingsford for a big dose of iron. A couple of times he got a transfusion, even. Almost 100 years old, his insides were described to her, in layman’s terms, as being “leaky.” Like an old car that seeps oil onto the driveway, his seals finally wore out.