And when it became impossible to convince Clint that giving up my life in Canada wouldn’t cause later resentment, I reminded him of my dream for our future. “Joey will not only accept us, he’ll live next door. And your shop will be next to mine. That way, we can pop in to say I love you, or so you can bend me over your back-office desk in the middle of the day because…because you’ll still need me that bad.”
