I’ve said many times that Gabriel was carved from a congealed tsunami. Unlike the killer wave, though, he can sustain his destructive force for long periods. He has all the climbing instinct of a monkey, with none of the monkey’s natural caution. He tends to leave mayhem and ruin behind him, but when he looks up at me with worship in his eyes and says, “Daddoo, Daddoo!†I conclude he’s actually an angel. True, his halo is slightly askew because his nose is running and he’s wiped the stuff all across his face and into his hair, which stands out stiffly and dislodges his halo. But crooked or not, it's there. He’s my buddy.
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