"Think of a name yet?" Mom asked. When I shook my head no, "Well, beforeyou were born we had a name picked out for you. I know it's probably nota sexy...sounding name, but we liked it. Linda. Linda Ann was going to beyour name if you were born a girl. Do you like it?" It's okay I guess." Okay then, if you do not have a different choice, then we will begin tocall you Linda. I bought those clothes just guessing at your sizes, butafter we find a few things Lisa can't wear and add a few more,. I knew he was doing at least fifty, yet his lights just seem to hang out there.I started thinking about why I was doing this. Pictures of my wife kept flashing in my mind. She had come through the door sobbing and shaking, she cringed when I reached out to comfort her. I had no idea what was wrong. She was unable to talk coherently, and I became frightened. She rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Dread ripping through me, I rapped on the door and asked her to tell me what was. If Frank wasn't already on the phone with the police then Jodi would be soon. I was done. My anger and resentment had passed and I was left with the feeling of sadness, not that I was going to jail, but for what that meant, what all of this meant. I was going to miss so much of my childrens' lives and Jodi and I were obviously done. Had it been worth it, no, but it was done.As Jodi rolled over, sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover her naked form, I handed her the phone and sat quietly. Charlie: I don’t think that’s a good idea. I just don’t want to keep hurting you.Really, I didn’t want to keep getting hurt. Most of it really was my fault. I wouldn’t find out until much later why I had such a hard time communicating my emotions to people.Sarah: Well could we at least talk? I miss my best friend…Charlie: You can always talk to me. I miss my best friend too…We exchanged a few more texts, each one making me feel guiltier than the next. I returned to the house an hour and a half.