Where were we when grief
dribbled, Davos? Then we
chat a lot for the first time.
Most of the last few days we
read in bed. Sitting at Steph’s
a couple of years ago mixed
in wit. Nice dance on our
first fight. Over lots of dim
sum. The fact I don’t eat
pork or beef and the surreal-
ity of happiness. Our garden
lease as an example. But he
was too cute being mad at
me. We smoke and watch
a bad Hong Kong movie,
dance two weeks in a row.
