Rob was the first-born son of Vera and Robert Berray of Millbrook, N.Y., graduate of St Andrew's School in Delaware and Wharton Business School. He was also the ex- of my ex-, Joe McCormick. Rob seemed to follow me around: I took him to a NYCGMC concert, he joined up; I took him to the LURE, he bought leather pants; I moved to 23rd St, he moved to 23rd Street. He even followed me to church at St. Luke's and became an acolyte. And yet he was still tied to Joe. It seems funny now, but not so much then, my last conversation with him went something like this:
"Rob, in the world in which I want to live, my best friend does not have dinner with my ex-lover on my birthday and completely blow me off."I guess I never got to feeling better. I really thought he was a decent guy - if not a great friend.
"Why don't you call me back when you're feeling better..."
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