HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

The room held teachers, museum conservators, hotel employees, scholars and children from public schools across the city.

Gabriel stood beside me.

He had never pushed.

Never asked me to recover faster.

Never treated patience as a transaction.

Our relationship grew in quiet places.

Coffee in the Bellweather archives.

Walks along the Newport cliffs.

Late dinners continue reading …