September 28th, 1982
I finally do the unthinkable. What David has been uring me to do for months:
Simply, without rancor, I ask Allan to leave.
Actually, it’s been on his mind to do just that. He doesn’t really want to keep this apartment and is considering finding a share in a loft in Soho.
All that rage recedes like a tidal wave into the background. The completion of the gestalt.