Boundaries; that was his problem. He lacked boundaries. I myself was all about boundaries. Still, I couldn’t help liking him. He was exceptionally kindhearted with both animals and children, and he had a sweet, trusting face—beardless, back then—and he was happy to share anything in his possession, anything at all. Besides which, he thought I’d hung the moon. It’s hard to resist someone who thinks you hung the moon. “Oh, Gail is reading that too!” he would say to an acquaintance. “Gail reads everything; you wouldn’t believe how much.”
