"Oh mean, queen!" the man exclaimed. "But I'm on the tracks for love, dove, and you sound like berries in May."
"Who the f**k is this?" Hazy said, glaring at the phone.
"Crazy, lady," the man said, laughing, and Hazy tried to place the voice, but it was useless. Besides, how could she know anyone who was calling her here and now-and was he in some way connected with the party-or what? She had no idea what was going on.
"Who are you?" she asked again, and waited patiently, refusing to be a foil any longer. Glancing at Pavana, she said, sotto voce, "Sounds like someone who fell off a tall peak."
"Secret admirer," the man said mysteriously.
"I'm at an orgy, dear," Hazy said. "You can't be too secret if you know that."
"I'm at the orgy, muffin cake," the man said.
"Well. Now we're getti
