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“I’m married to this gentleman,” I say to the immigration officer on SFO and point at Chang behind the yellow line. She beams at us and waves him forward. Some court has just overturned California’s ban on gay marriage.
“You’ll be staying in the city, right?”
“The first few days.”
“If you like to go places, you must have lunch at the River’s End. You know the Russian River?” She draws a map on a sheet of immigration paper.
We rent a cheap place in Guerneville (on the Russian River), an hour and a half north of the city. I’m working on my book; Chang is tending to the kitchen garden we inherited from previous tenants.
The weather is California-perfect and I’m sitting on the porch. I get up at 4 AM to write and can’t concentrate in the afternoon. The place…
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