He is a joy, a delight, a treasure. He is exactly who I needed on my return from New England. He would be careful of my rib.Five months before, back in Berkeley, in an effort to stanch the flow of blood from my cuticles and my heart, I lay on Dr. V’s couch, where I gnashed my teeth over Danny the Priest, Jonah the Thief, Robert the Liar, Sidney the Peculiar, and now Graham the Younger. In March, after my second go-round in New York, I was still gnashing, and might be gnashing still had Dr. V not retired. A guy can take just so much. I had, by this time, met Graham in the flesh. And it was his flesh that unnerved me.So I told Dr. V the following, though not in so many words:Amid the Sturm und Drang of Robert, the contumely I heaped upon us both, the tsunami of emotions that left me gasping for breath, I accepted the invitation to lunch that Graham had offered in an earlier e-mail. In the beginning were the words and Graham had a way with them: “I realize that there is a somewhat substantial age gap between us (not quite Harold and Maude, but in the neighborhood), but I’m unconcerned about age when it comes to the people I care about.”
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