Even during her hardest days, Kate let me crash on her couch. That’s love. Love is letting a junkie recover from a miscarriage on your futon while your mother’s dying in the next room. She was working every day at Hobbes and every night at the Panther, and she was supporting all of us. Gary offered her money, I think, but Kate didn’t want his money. What I’m saying is that Kate and Gary started fighting.