”“They’re not servants. They’re the cook and the gardener.”She supposed it made sense in a ‘Benny and Tim’ kind of way. She figured they...viewed them as caretakers rather than servants. She’d come to know Benny well enough to know that he occasionally got lost in his head, and might stay there for days. It wasn’t any kind of mental illness. He was just thinking.The other day she had found that Benny and Dr. Kwan Gun were co-authoring a book on some area of mathematics called meta-theory. Benny. From inside his mind and body the old woman lived on and taught him many things. How to live life to the full. How to please a woman or a man in bed. To enjoy poetry, art, good food and wine. All the things we knew and loved about Pablo. ” I took a moment for the significance of Hector’s words to hit me; when they did a cold shiver went down my spine. “I was with Pablo when he died, holding his hand,” I said trembling. Suddenly I could feel him somehow filling my body from within. He was. I tended to mumble whenever I said bad things about nuns, though -- ingrained survival instinct from school -- so at first Eddie didn't know what I was talking about. "Let's break the old bastard into what?" he said.We sorted that out and he agreed that broken glass would be a worthwhile punishment. (In the years since I have wondered just how we thought that would work; was Mother Superior going to make her glaze the replacement window in herself? All I can say is, it seemed like a good idea. How about you?"I didn't need a shrink to tell me my problems too. I figured it out myself. I found a piece of paper with information about the Wannabe Corp. and then sent in my essay. That started the ball rolling. That was ten weeks ago."The two of them sat and talked for the next couple hours. At every stop each one of them wondered if another Wannabe was coming aboard.After eight hours Dean and Mike arrived at their destination. In the terminal was a man holding a sign with the Wannabe Logo.