Chapter 15
October 1995
“You said you wanted to see London,” Mark had said. It had only been five months since they’d last seen each other, but it felt like a lifetime even with the phone calls. Mark’s tour had finally come to a close, with sold-out concerts throughout Europe and Asia that would, so the papers said, be recorded in the history books, they’d been so good. They still loved him over there—even more than in North America, as hard as that was for Gerry to believe.
The phone connection had been spotty at best, and that had been a good thing. Gerry knew his voice had been an anxious mess when he’d answered. London was still a long way away, and as much as one could wipe away an old memory, traces of it still managed to exist.
“A visit,” he’d finally agreed to, using both weeks
