The train stopped in another station. By then Benjy was feeling better. Monk's phone rang. It was Sharona.
"Adrian," she said, "Let me talk with Benjy"
"You spoke to him less then a day ago"
"ADRIAN LET ME TALK TO MY SON," Sharona said.
"He's sleeping," Adrian said, "He was sick earlier"
"What do you mean he was sick earlier"
"It wasn't a big deal. It was just a light fever and the sniffles. But he's sleeping now. I'll have him call you back when he wakes up."
Sharona sighed.
"You're still in big trouble," she told Monk, "You know that right?"
"Once Trudy's back-"
"Adrian this isn't about Trudy," Sharona said, "Believe it or not the world doesn't revolve around Trudy"
"You're wrong," Monk said, "My world does"
"It doesn't matter," Sharona said, "I'm still going to have to get mad at you at least once"
"No not once," he said horrified, "make sure it's twice"
"Twice. Why twice?"
"Even numbers," Monk explained