Dimi heard her phone ringing, and she whimpered while reaching for it. She blinked rapidly and found it on the nightstand after slapping her hand around blindly.
Darya was calling her and as Dimi answered the call the woman spoke hotly, “it was Robin Hood, Men in Tights.”
“What?” Dimi grumbled in confusion, “what the f**k are you talking about? It’s not even six in the morning.”
“The iron locked chastity belt I said you needed around Miklos. It was from the movie Robin Hood Men in Tights.”
“Why are you like this?” she moaned. “I was having such a good sleep and such good dreams, and you ruined it with your call.”
“It’s Tuesday.”
“So?”
“We were going to meet today to go over the new plans for the new program.”
“Right,” she sighed, “at eight-thirty.”
“Yes. At the coffee shop. You as
