Chapter 137
- Los Angeles weather in late September was mid-July weather everywhere else—dog’s-mouth hot, sweat-through-yourantiperspirant hot, car-exhaust hot. Gabby seemed better than the
- previous night, but Darren and I were on our toes.
- Gabby said she was going for a walk and, trying to make sure she wasn’t alone, I suggested she and I get ice cream at the artisanal place on Sunset.