Once more I waited for what felt like an eternity, and he finally stepped back into his room and crawled back into bed. I knew this was my moment– t...his time I knew my choice was real and forever. It had to stop, the pain was too much. I mustered all my strength and courage and opened the divider. He seemed to be falling back asleep, and I just started speaking. ‘I’m leaving now, I wanted to say bye, and I want you to know I meant what I said last night, I can not come back anymore.’ He. … No problem, I can make dinner. … I love you too. Bye.’ Benjamin cringed at that last part. ‘What’s our plan?’ ‘Francis needs more time to work on the briefs. I’ll have to make dinner. Sorry to cut our time at the festival so short.’ ‘It’s fine. I saw enough jazz for one day.’ ‘How did you get here?’ ‘I drove in a rental.’ ‘I took public transit. I guess you’re driving us to my place. We’ll have dinner there.’ ‘Let me pick up a bottle of wine on the way.’ Patrick shrugged. ‘OK.’ Benjamin. ‘OK, my name is Mona Lissa Peabody.’ I kissed her again. ‘So your first name is Mona and your middle name is Lissa?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘Oh, I was thinking it was Carlissa or somethinglike that.’ ‘Carlissa would be OK. Everyone used to make fun of me when I was little. I hate the name Mona.’ ‘I can see that Lissa. My name is Wayne George Trumbull. I’m not crazy about my name either Liss. It sounds old fashioned. I’d rather be a Trevor or something.’ ‘Wayne honey, Wayne suits you just fine. Be. I jumped to the side of the road.A car passed by. The driver staring at me like I had grown a second head.It was Halloween night. I had chosen a costume like that of Gandalf the Gray, but I had since left off the fake nose and beard. It made it easier to eat and drink at the party being held at my apartment. It also made kissing easier for me and less ticklish for my girls.My girls. Jordan was one of my girls. I looked down the road again. She was with Francine James, a kidnapping victim who.