"Move in with me," Gabe repeated. "It's the perfect solution." "I don't see how," Diane said, obviously removing him from her list of allies. "That's because you haven't seen my place," Gabe said without rancor. "Gabe, it's awfully nice of you to offer but you don't have to—" "I know I don't have to," he interrupted. "I want to." "But-" "Before you start making objections, let me explain why it would be so ideal." Charity subsided but her expression remained doubtful. Diane didn't even bother to look that positive. Gabe felt like an insurance salesman pitching a policy to a resistant client. "I've got a house in Pasadena—a good neighborhood. It's one story, all hardwood floors. There're three bedrooms and two baths so we wouldn't get in each other's way." "It sounds lovely but I don't—" "There's also a pool out back that you could use for physical therapy. You wouldn't have to come to the hospital all the time, and my next door neighbor is a doctor," he added as a final incentive.
