I took Gabe’s hand in mine. “Thank you, Gabe, for all the joy you’ve given me,” I said. “I’m so grateful to have had you. I’m so proud of you. And I love you so much.”
We had a typically festive if exhausting week in San Diego, and I for one didn’t notice anything untoward going on with Gabe.
Posted May 11, 2000
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