阅读下面材料,根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段,使之构成一篇完整的短文。I'm a head nurse, and it's my job to evaluate workers' performances at the hospital.Kenny was a new employee, and he seemed fine. After a few weeks, I had to admit that he was clean, responsible and reasonably efficient.But he had this self-confident and energetic presence. He was a large man, both physically and socially—he was strong and independent. I worried that a place like our hospital, which demanded teamwork, was not right for such a personality.We had a patient named Mary. At 94 years old, Mary was as weak as a spiderweb. Her husband and sisters were all dead many years ago. We really didn't know if she had any children, but if she did, they had long since abandoned her.Mary had a stubborn belief that someone had taken her purse. She searched for it all hours of the day and night. Unless tied to her bed or wheelchair, she would go through the door onto the street, through the laundry room and into the kitchen, mindlessly searching and never giving up. When she had to stay in bed or in her wheelchair, she would stop almost everyone who came near"Can you lend me a comb?" she would ask. "I've lost mine. It was in my red purse. My money is gone, too. Where is my purse? Where is my purse? Have you seen my purse?Every day it was the same. We all knew Mary didn't have a purse, but we wouldn't say it. Instead we usually answered, "Sure, Mary, if I see your purse I'll bring it back."One afternoon, just before supper, I saw Kenny walking down the hall with a plastic grocery bag. He walked toward Mary in her wheelchair. Then he pulled out a red purse.注意:1.续写词数应为150左右;2.请按如下格式在答题卡相应位置作答。Mary's thin old hands flew up to her face in a gesture of wonder and joy.Kenny leaned over, opened the purse and showed Mary a red comb inside.
答案: Mary's thin old hands flew up to her face in a gesture of wonder and joy, and then flew out hungrily like a starved child taking bread. She grabbed the red purse, murmuring something to herself. She held it for a moment, just to see it, and then pressed it to her breast, rocking it like a baby. She was eager to unzip it, but her hands were too weak, and shaking too violently. Kenny leaned over, opened the purse and showed Mary a red comb inside. Tears of joy poured down Mary's face. She kissed Kenny on both cheeks and said, "Thank you, Kenny." Then she told everyone near her, with pride in her voice, "See? I told you I lost my red purse. And Kenny sweetie found it for me! Oh God! It was the first wedding gift my husband bought me and I cannot lose it!" Kenny was there laughing with her. Instead of just nursing people like the rest of us, Kenny had made Mary's problem his problem. I sat down in a stunned silence: such a personality was the very thing this hospital needed.