"It's weird," I said. "I feel [Gizelle] around me all the time. I feel her presence even now, walking with us." I held my arm out in the air like I was holding her leash, imagining her following us to enjoy steak frites and red wine and mussels on this cold winter night in New York City. She'd prop her head on the table and smile at us.
"I feel that too," Caitlin added. "She's definitely around. But you know what? You know what really reminds me of Gizelle?" ... "You do Lauren. You remind me of Gizelle. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm with her."