“Did Monsieur Fortin speak to you at Clara’s vernissage?” “In Montréal? Yes,” laughed Gabri. “He sure did. He apologized.” “What did he say?” “He said, and I quote, ‘I’m very sorry for calling you a fucking queer.’ End quote.” Gabri gave Gamache a searching look. “I am one, you know.” “I’d heard the rumors. But not nice to be called one.” Gabri shook his head. “Not the first time, and probably not the last. But you’re right. It never gets old. Always feels like a fresh wound.”
