“I mean it,” he urged, turning to look at me now. “I can’t lose another person I love.” “You love me?” He nodded sadly, as another tear trickled down his check. “I love you most of all.” I beamed up at him. “Even more than Hugh?” He scrunched his nose up in disgust. “I don’t love Hugh.” “Even more than Patrick?” “I don’t love Feely, either.” “You don’t?” “Just you.”
