“What happened to you?” Winnie's question greeted me as I entered our apartment. “Where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone?” She rained questions on me.
Still thinking of the first answer to give to her, she threw in another question. This one caught my attention. “What are you wearing?”
“You are asking so many questions. What do you want me to say now?” I whined, hoping she would forget the last question she asked.
“I know this ain't Raphael's. He doesn't have anything that could cost an arm and a leg,” she teased. “Let's get started from the most important one. Where were you last night?”
Schooling my facial expression, I replied, “At Raphael.”
“Why are you lying? Raphael called, he said he hadn't seen you.” Winnie's revelation ignited the anger that I had locked u
