'I'm bored with me. Have you talked to Patrick recently.'

'Sure.'

'And how is he?'

'Up and down. He tried to sell the apartment but he couldn't get the price he wanted so he's staying put. He says it depresses him, living in the middle of the Castro. So many widowers, he says. But I think it's better he's there. Especially if he gets sicker. He's got a strong support group of friends.'

'Is whatsisname still around? The kid with the dyed eyelashes?'

'You know his name, Will,' Adrianna said, turning and narrowing her eyes.

'Carlos,' Will said.

'Rafael.'

'Close enough.'

'Yes, he's still around. And he doesn't dye his eyelashes. He's got beautiful eyes. In fact he's a wonderful kid. I surely wasn't as giving or as loving as he is at nineteen. And I'm damn sure you weren't.'

'I don't remember nineteen,' Will said. 'Or twenty, come to that. I have a very vague recollection of twenty-one-' He laughed. 'But you get to a place when you're so high you're not high any more.'

'And that was twenty-one?'

'It was a very fine year for acid tabs.'

'Do you regret it?'

'Je ne regrette rien,' Will slurred, sloe-eyed. 'No, that's a lie. I wasted a lot of time in bars being picked up by men I didn't like. And who probably wouldn't have liked me if they'd taken the time to ask.'

'What wasn't to like?'

'I was too needy. I wanted to be loved. No, I deserved to be loved. That's what I thought, I deserved it. And I wasn't. So I drank. It hurt less when I drank.' He mused for a moment, staring into middle distance. 'You're right about Rafael. He's better for Patrick than I ever was.'

'Pat likes having a partner who's there all the time,' Adrianna said. 'But he still calls you the love of his life.'

Will squirmed. 'I hate that.'

'Well you're stuck with it,' Adrianna replied. 'Be grateful. Most people never have that in their lives.'