Blacktress watches as her I-phone lights up and sings a digital blues riff.
“Hey Sam,” she says eagerly.
Her agent talks quickly as if Blacktress is a stenographer in need of a challenge.
“ Sotheywannaseeyouforthisthing. Saglowbuget. Theroleof… Chantal. A gorgeous pre-op tranny hooker.”
Is there even such a thing? Blacktress wonders.
He goes on.
“The producer’s got a name.”
Blacktress rolls her eyes. Don’t we all?
Sam powers on.
“They’vebeenlookingallover. They’ve seen boys, girls, he/she’s, and shims. Younameit. Theycan’tfindit. Gogetit.”