Sitting in the kitchen last night eating cherries and watermelon with Kate, I told Glenn that Kate and I had spoken many hours about serious things while leaning on the kitchen island... that the Haymarket community had kept me stable.
"What would you have done without Haymarket?" Glenn nodded.
"Broken up with you, for sure," I confessed. I know with the dramas our relationship wouldn't have survived without my house as an outlet for discussions.
"Well," said Glenn quite seriously. "I owe a lot to Haymarket."
Kate smiled. "I think we all do."
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