Gail was easily the chicest of our neighbors at 440 Washington. I’ll always picture her in her signature Bottega sunglasses, heading out on one of her many walks with Betty, effortlessly stylish, even on an ordinary afternoon
I’ll never forget one of our first real interactions. We had passed each other plenty of times with polite smiles, but one day we stopped and actually spoke. I don’t remember exactly what led me to say it, but I found myself confessing, “I don’t know… I guess some people might not like me sometimes.”
She looked at me - sincerely, warmly - and said, “Well, I like you.”
I was completely caught off guard in the most loving way. It was such a simple comment, but it stayed with me. After that, I made sure we exchanged more than just a smile whenever we saw each other. Gail was that kind of person - effortlessly kind, quietly affirming.
She made 440 feel even more like home.