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after two girls, otherwise she’ll keep popping them out until she finally has one.
    â€˜Kati, don’t do this to me. I’ve got plans.’
    â€˜Bullshit, you’ll lounge around till about nine at night and then start getting ready to hit some bars. Be original, Des.’
    She’s not going to give up on this. She’s going to push and push until I say yes, just so she’ll shut up.
    â€˜Who’s going to be there?’ I ask cautiously.
    â€˜The usual.’
    Oh, yeah, that answer tells me all I need to know. The fact that she won’t give me a straight answer is confirmation that the illustrious koumbaro will be there.
    â€˜My folks, George’s folks, brothers, sisters, partners, kids and sidekicks … koumbari .’
    Bingo. ‘Kati, I know what you’re up to.’
    â€˜Okay, okay, Des, Chris is going to be there, too. It’s not like you’re strangers anyway. You were at the same table at Stella’s christening. I saw you chatting away.’
    Yeah, sure, chatting away – him asking me if I wanted something to drink, me fighting the urge to throw up as I was still recovering from the mother of all hangovers caused by my break-up with Denny the night before. Real riveting conversation was had that night.
    â€˜Kati, he is not my type.’ How many times do I have to tell her this? I constantly repeat this same line to her but, as usual, it falls on deaf ears. I’m starting to sound like a broken record. She is convinced that she knows what is best for me. Just how many people other than me know what is best for me? I must be the only one who doesn’t know what is best for me.

    â€˜Look, I need you Saturday night. Make a big tub of rice, too.’
    Not only does she demand that I show up, she also expects me to be domestic. Her kids are screaming in the background and I feel this conversation about to come to a sudden end.
    â€˜ Aspasia , Stella, shut up before I lock you both in the laundry. Des, I have to go. Be here by four so that you can help me set up, okay.’
    Click. Dial tone.
    â€˜Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ I don’t know what’s causing my headache, the thought of Saturday night or the fact that I am repeatedly banging my head on my desk. ‘Shit shit shit. Fuck me dead!’
    â€˜Now that would be no fun.’ Standing behind me enjoying my moment of insanity is my manager, Adrian. He’s okay. He can take a joke and is a sucker for a sob story if you need or want to take some unexpected leave.
    â€˜I’d rather do you alive and kicking, darling.’
    â€˜Yeah, yeah I know, if any woman can make you hetero, it’s me.’ Adrian has made no secret of the fact that he is gay, but at the same time he doesn’t flaunt it. He’s an alright boss. He’s the one that pushed me to take on a team leader role when responsibility wasn’t in my vocabulary. And he’ll always buy the first round at Friday night drinks.
    â€˜Sorry, Adrian, you’re the wrong nationality. My mother would kill me if I took a non-Greek non-hairy-chested man home.’
    It clicks that he’s here for something more than to laugh at my sorry state. ‘What’s up, Adrian?’
    â€˜I need the incoming call stats for the week so far.’
    Thank God he has asked for something that I have actually done. Productivity today is practically nil. I flick him the folder and aimlessly stare at the assessments that I have to tackle. Out of fifteen, only four are done and I can guarantee that no more will be done today. I can’t focus on anything other than trying to figure out just what Katerina plans on doing Saturday because I know, whether I like it or not, I will be there. Her guilt trip worked and she’s got me right where she wants me. Bitch bitch bitch, she’s getting better at the manipulation thing. She’s been hanging around me for way too