Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 35.

I stared at the phone a moment longer. I was dreading this call. At last I clicked on Devina’s name. How Ironic that this should be the first name in my contacts list. ‘Favorite’s’ seems too loaded a label for the feature.

“Hello?” Came her voice.

I tried to remain very calm, still reeling from the previous nights events and groggy from whatever they’d given me. I did my best to speak slowly and clearly.

“What was that last night, Devina?”

“Oh, it’s you. Ollie The Octopus says ‘hi’. What can I do for you?”

“What?” I stammered.

“Yes, what can I do for you,” came her reply in a matter of fact voice.

“No, what did you say before that?” I blurted out, trying to organise my words.

“Nothing,” responded Devina curtly.

“You did, you said something!”

“You’re imagining it. You’ve been under a lot of strain Andrea!” She almost cooed the words.

“Don’t call me that! What the hell happened last night?”

“You mean you don’t remember?”

“Well, I remember what I felt,” I said a little confused.

“I’m sure you probably had a few too many drinks and imagined it. Besides, I think…