Believe Me

“Hello?” Beverley answered her phone with a monotone, tired from looking at the pile of paperwork on her desk at home.

“Beverley. It’s me. Look, I’ve had a chat with Dean, and it’s all sorted. He is going to think things through…”

“Oh David,” sighed Beverley. “Thanks for talking sense into Dean. I don’t know what he was thinking, hitting on Mia. Unbelievable.” David did not respond. “David?”

“Oh yes. Dean said something strange. He said that Mia kissed him first…”

“Oh, that would never happen. I know Mia.”

“What did Mia say?”

“What do you mean? I haven’t talked to her about it yet? Do you think I should?”

“Wait… I thought Mia called you to tell you about Dean?”

Beverley paused, “…No. Dean told me.”

“Dean called you? When?”

“This morning…”

David was puzzled, “Now, why would he call you?”

“I don’t know, maybe to get my opinion of Mia. I don’t know.”

“Get your opinion of Mia?”