Confessions of a Grande Diva, Chapter Three

 

Sunday morning. The phone started ringing at nine o’clock. That was a very good sign, indeed.

          I somehow managed to pick up on the second ring, even though seconds before I been dead to the world, having arrived home from the clubs in the wee small hours of the oh what a beautiful morning. Truth be told, I’m not quite sure how I managed to arrive home...I had some vague memory involving a skinny blond youth who seemed quite fetch until he opened his mouth...to speak, that is...

          “Hello?” Ah, it was, it was! Exactly whom I suspected. “Oh, hello, Vern! Nooooooo, not at all.” Here it comes, here it comes...
           That blessed nine o’clock on a Sunday call.

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