She had a long day at school and was exhausted. She looked at the moon that night and promised to see him tomorrow. She fell into her bed and was knoc...ed out. The night was bitter cold and windy, a small tree by her window lightly tapped the glass, the wind called to her “Ahava… Ahava we’re waiting… wake up Ahava. Ahava.” Suddenly she was up, a cold sweat drenching her clothes, she could hear her name being called. A voice she didn’t recognize, but somehow knew it wouldn’t harm her. She stood. I must admit, I was a tad intoxicated that evening, wondering about Sally. I knew her first name, obviously, but not too much more. Last name surmised, overheard and confirmed; but no idea where she lived, what junior high she'd attended, nothing.The next day we caught up with one another on campus. Truthfully, we accidently happened upon one another, sitting on adjacent benches in the courtyard, surrounded by clouds of friends and acquaintances.We locked eyes, shared a brief smile and a. ” “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right about that.” Mason chugged another glass of bourbon. “I’ll bet they’re sending us out on a fuckin’ claustrophobic sub.” Rolling his empty drink glass in his fingers, Mason appeared to be toying with the idea of ordering another drink. Instead he sat the glass on the bar and shrugged. “Hey, you gotta place around here?” “I do as a matter of fact,” Eva answered, “the Hyatt-Regency, courtesy of the company.” “That’s just around the corner and up, right?” “Yes it. Later that night, as he was leaving for work, he looked over at Jesse’s to see if she had company and was surprised to see that her house was dark. He thought about going over to make sure she was all right, but he figured she probably was sleeping. The next day he went to work as usual and it went by without any problems. Throughout the day his thoughts would return to Jesse. He wanted to talk to her, but he had reservations. He wanted to make her stop going after Gerald like she was. There.