More and more, Lisa’s face would flash before Blair’s eyes, often co-mingled with Sandra’s, to the point where he couldn’t separate the two. And he knew, for obvious reasons, that they would be linked forever.
It was this realization that made him want to do something meaningful. But what? What could he do, he wondered, that would serve Lisa’s memory?
His need became obsessive. He considered one idea after another, only to discard them all.
It took almost a week to find something.
But it was one thing to formulate a plan, quite another to implement it.
“Uh-uh,” Jeremy said over the phone.
“Why not?” Blair asked.
“Because. It won’t accomplish anything.”
“It will.”
“It won’t!”
“Look, I am going to do this, with or without you.”
“Blair—”
“No, I won’t let you win this argument, Jeremy. I’ve already booked my flight.”
“It’s a goddamn mistake!”
“I don’t care. I don’t look at it as a mistake. I feel that it’s right.”
Jeremy’s sigh was a long one. “When did you say again?”
“Next week. On Wednesday.”
“And I can’t talk you out of it?”
“No one can talk me out of it.”