Collins stared in disbelief. "Benny's a cross dresser?"
"Yes."
Collins started laughing, unable to control himself. "You mean to tell me that Benjamin Coffin the Third is a cross dresser?"
"Yes."
"Since when?"
"He's always had the urge to try on women's clothes; he just never did it. He confided in me months ago and told me that when his wife is gone, he looks through her closet and tries on her clothes. I bought him a purple dress that he could try on and he loved it."
Collins raised his eyebrows. "You bought him a dress?"
"Of course. This is me honey. Who else out of our Avenue A family would actually buy him a dress?
"True. You have a point. But, what do you want me to do? I mean, why are you telling me this?
"I want you to talk to Benny. I want you to let him know that's okay to be a cross dresser."
Collins snorted. "Yeah right. Like he's really going to listen to me; he doesn't even like me. He doesn't like any of us. Not me, not Mark, not Roger, not Maureen, not Joanne. I would say he doesn't like you, but being that you inspired him to be a cross dresser, I'm guessing he likes you just fine."
Angel smirked. "We never dated, if that's what you're asking. Although I did confess that I was the one who made Evita jump to her death."
"What he'd say to that?"
"He hated the dog. He actually thanked me for the favor."
Collins started laughing. "Must have been one stupid dog."
"Best gig I ever played." Angel deadpanned.
Collins roared with laughter, shaking the couch he was laughing so hard. Angel sat back, arms folded, watching him in amusement. When his laughter had finally subsided, she sat up straight, eyeing him.
"So, will you help me?"
"Shit, after making me laugh like that, I'll do anything."
"Great! Here's what I need you to do."