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Drama exploded at work today....

Myra's best model is leaving. Not only that, he wants me to quit the agency for him.

...

Gag me.

He's just signed on for a reality show. "Fabio's Fabulous Flesh."

He skeeves me. Everything about him. I hate Zurg eyes, Zurg skin, Zurg (bulging) heads. Add his suffocating femininity and passive-aggressive derision to the equation, and you get one person (can Zurg even be called people?) I loathe. He tries to play it off. "Oh, did I insult you, dear? No, no, that's not what I meant. Just don't stress yourself, and I'm sure those creases in your forehead will clear themselves right up."

And this morning.

"Andy, you're a doll. What's she paying you? I can offer twice that."

"Fabio, you know I'm dedicated to--"

"Forget Myra. Andy, you're a dear and I need to have you working for me." He dabbed at his eyes, and smears of metallic blue came away. It is gross to see a Zurg cry, much more so a heavily made-up one.

"Fabio, I'm sorry. Really. You've--"

"Okay, okay, Andy, let's both cut the crap." Fabio reached for a ponytail holder and used it to put his wig--err, hair--out of his face. "Andy, you're good at what you do. I mean, you're not an artist artist, but you're an artist. You're younger than I am, a little wild, but I think you'd be great on my show."

I didn't know how on Gaia to reply to that. "'Great?'" I said. "What, for the hour when you're getting ready in the morning? I'm sure we'll have all our usual fun. We can call each other b***h and girlfriend and--"

"That's not what I mean," said Fabio. Now, he really was crying. "Andy...you know the new policy. Say a Zurg gets married, and he has children. Well, that will grant citizenship for their entire family."

"I'm not seeing a problem here."

"Andy, you know as well as everyone else that I'm gay. Now, this is where Zurg religion and politics mix with Gaian religion and politics, but--"

"Fabio, what are you getting at?"

"Say a human marries a Zurg," Fabio rushes on. "Well, that's all right with both our governments and churches. What I mean is--damnit, well, look. I had a ring somewhere but I've lost it. Andy, I need you to marry me."

"Marry you."

There was a long silence. Finally, Fabio straightened his shoulders and said, "You're not getting married any time soon. Your relationship with Daniel was shot to hell. Your father has no income now, and you can't support the both of you unless--"

"Fabio, go to hell."

"Consider it! I'll call you in a week."

So here I am, huddled around the table with the laptop in front of me and Michi in my lap. Considering. I'm actually considering it. Dad could afford medical insurance, Michi would have space away from Yippy,...hell, I think Fabio would pay to put Dad in an entirely different house.

That's enough thinking. I'll call it a night.

Hesitant to move, I let my gaze wander to Mom's letter. "Andy, honey. Please READ."

Nope. Don't know how she's doing, don't care to know.