“My daughter doesn’t fully love people yet,” Patricia says. “Not the way she will.” “What do you mean?” Phoebe asks. “I mean she loves Gary the way that I love this cocktail. The way that I have come to love a foam body pillow. The way I loved Henry at the start, when I thought love was about getting something from people. I fell in love with what Henry gave me. And he gave me so much. He truly did. But loving someone like that doesn’t make you a better woman. Only losing them does.”
