I twisted to critically appraise my curves in the tall glass one last time. I had not watched television or gone on a proper date for over three months, not since work had become so demanding. Part of me still aggrandized the image of lying in bed, snacking on a good pan pizza and finally sleeping off on some random Netflix movies. I twitched the pleat on the skirt and adjusted the waist line. Needless to say, I looked good and the mental picture stuck. The buzzing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. My mind quickly raced to my date. His surname was yet to stick and so was my need to get seriously involved with another man. The caller was unknown and on sliding the green icon on the screen, his voice came live. ‘’Miss jones’’? Yes, speaking” ‘’I’m guessing you know miss Edith Uwaoma’’? Yes, I do, but who is on the line’’? The voice on the other end of the line was far from familiar. He said evasively, ‘’Please make your way to the hosp
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