"You should rest," I said.
"No," he stood up and patted his pockets. "I need to... where's my phone?"
"What do you need?" I asked.
"It's been two weeks since she died. The funeral...I need to."
"George's taken care of it, Damon," I said.
Of course, it wasn't just George. Alan had also helped bury Lily, but I couldn't tell him that. I knew how much he hated him; knowing his mom was sent off by her enemy would send him off the rails.
"George?" he asked, looking disoriented.
Did he not remember George?
"Yes, George. Your bodyguard... remember?" I asked carefully.
"I remember George," he said.
"It's just... I'm her son, I should have been the one to send her off, not George."
I touched him gently. "We can go say goodbye."
He paused. "We can?"
"You can?" Tara stared at me inquisitively.
She gave me a pointed look.
"We can. But not right now," I said.
She sighed in relief.
"Why not?" Damon asked.
