Sleeping, or Not Sleeping

I couldnt' sleep last night. I guess I just keep thinking about Gina. Thinking about the absence of Gina. Mary must have been having trouble, too. I went to be around 3:00 and when I checked on her, she ws still awake. When I went to bed, I heard her in there doing her odd moaning/humming/jodelling thing. I finally yelled out to her that I couldn't sleep with her doing that. She had some funny reply that I wanted to put, but I've forgotten it now. Oh, now I know. She said she was just talking. We were talking, she said. I asked who she was talking with and she said something like, oh, whoever comes in. Sometimes I'd really love to be a fly on the wall in Mary's brain.