"Who are you? I don't know you! Jeff, come save me! There's a bad guy trying to grab me! Help!"
I used all my strength to control Mona, who was flailing around, especially angry that this was happening in front of Jeff.
As I busied myself with getting Mona into the car and settled, Jeff actually said.
"Alan, if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't let her go out drinking alone at night. You sure are trusting!"
I couldn't help but grip Mona tightly, not wanting to acknowledge him.
"Because I trust Mona. No one can take her away from me."
"Is that so? Well, you'd better keep a close eye on her! See you later, Mona!"
"Oh, Mona, see you tomorrow!" Mona, still confused, waved goodbye to Jeff, which made me furious. She didn't recognize me, but she recognized Jeff.
But the next day, when I brought it up, Mona brushed it off, saying she was too drunk to remember anything.
Yet I knew she remembered. She had always been a good drinker. She wouldn't get drunk so easily. Mona had started lying to me—because of Jeff.
3
I watched as Mona turned away from me and walked into Jeff's arms. They embraced under the lights, and I ran after them, just in time to see them kissing.