Her head was reeling from too much vodka and not enough sleep. ‘I have to fly back to LA now,’ she said as she started to pull on clothes. ‘What happened?’ asked TG, concerned and getting up to get dressed also. ‘Something’s happened in LA and I’ve got to go back now,’ she said. ‘What? What’s happened?’ asked TG as he followed her to the bathroom, where she started to throw her cosmetics into a bag. ‘I’ve got to deal with something. I’ll call you when it’s over,’ Calypso said, not looking at him. ‘Christ, Calypso, tell me. There are no secrets, I want to help you.’ ‘You can’t,’ she said, walking to the wardrobe and pulling out her clothes. ‘I can, let me try at least. Jesus,’ he yelled. ‘I’ll have to leave some things here and send for them when I get back,’ she said, not listening to him. He stopped her walking past him and held her by her shoulders. ‘What has happened? Tell me so I can help you, goddammit.’ ‘There is nothing you can help me with, all right?
