I can survive without you, but it’s not really living when you’re not there. So…” He swallowed again. “So, I’m here to say… whatever you want, Parks, you can have it. You want O’Leary? We’ll have it. We’ll rebuild your bar. Or build something else. A restaurant. A skyscraper. A botanical garden with thousands of tiny succulents in little colored, labeled pots. O-or if you want something different, something bigger? We’ll make that happen instead. Boston. New York. Or Arizona… I guess.”
