I’ve lost count of how many times I was asked over the years whether I’d ever let one of my lovers turn me into a vampire.

Friends have asked me; two people in our circle were turned, one with her consent and the other against his will, so I guess the issue was bound to come up.

My mother asked me, too, when she first heard about Lisa and Leo. I think she was more concerned about never having grand-kids to spoil than about anything else, really. That particular issue found an unexpected solution, and she hasn’t mentioned it again since then.

Some customers have also asked me. I make no secret of my relationship with Lisa and Leo, and random people have wondered aloud, upon hearing who I was, whether I wanted to be a vampire. It seems like an odd question to ask a stranger. Even more peculiar, the people who ask always seem to have an answer for me when I say I haven’t thought about it. Most of the time, they tell me that of course I should let them turn me, and the sooner the better because I’m not getting any younger. A few praise me for not succumbing to the temptation. I honestly never quite understand them; why come to The Edge if they have such an opinion of vampires? It seems rather hypocritical, but then again, who am I to criticize paying customers?

The last time I was asked was earlier today. A journalist came to interview me for a piece about the most successful businesses in town. She asked the usual questions: how I started, whether I had help, what obstacles I encountered and how I surmounted them. And then, just as I thought she was done, she sat back in her chair, looked at me for a long time, and threw this last question at me. Will I ever allow one of them to turn me, and if so, which one?

My standard answer is that we’ve never talked about it and I don’t know what I would answer if they asked – which, up to now, was absolutely true. But today, I was surprised to hear myself respond differently. Today, I replied, “When it happens, I won’t have to choose. They’ll do it together. Like we’ve done everything together for years.”

When.

Not if.

I don’t know where that came from. I don’t know either what my lovers will think if she prints this in the paper. But now that I’ve put my thoughts down for myself, black on white, clear words expressing clear thoughts, there’s something that seems obvious to me: when they ask – and they will - I’ll say yes.