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Second verse, same as the first.

Susannah is back, trying once again to get some work done away from her troublesome menfolk. Not that she doesn't have a perfectly good office to hide in if she really felt like playing the recluse. But they don't keep liquor in the house, and where would she be without her Dragonfly?

The mountain of paper situation has only gotten worse; more resumes, print-outs of her memos that she's now marking up in red pen, and a file from the Vannay Institute about Stephen King's latest publications. Among other things.

She's open to distraction; just don't bring up Ron Howard.

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Not terribly specific, but enough for him to file her as a Dot-type. He seems to meet a lot of those around here.

"What kind of job?"

"I'm consulting with a political action organization. They're planning a big summer push and I have quite a bit of experience organizing protests. I don't know if the specifics will mean much in your context." She's not sure how much of what she just said will mean much in his context.

"But what it is, is an organization that tries to mobilize the friends and families of gays and lesbians to demand equal rights. We have a bit of a problem with that." There's a bit of an acid touch there.

It means enough. His girlfriend's brother's girlfriend is very big on protests.

"Oh. Yeah. That's one of those things humans discriminate about, isn't it?" He scowls.

"Humans discriminate about all kinds of things," she says, a trifle clipped. "Nothing stopping them. But the government doesn't get to. Not without a fight."

"When I was young it was our skin," she says. "The world moves on. Same fight though."

It's always the same fight. It makes her tired. But there are always more young people to fight it, and playing general for them makes her feel a lot less tired. A lot less old.

"We don't have that in my world." His mouth twists into a sarcastic smile. "I mean, if we were gonna discriminate about our colour, we'd never stop."

"They never do on Earth," she says, dry as dust. "Anyhow. The Atticus Circle has hired me to help organize their summer of action. These memos are my introduction, more or less. Our goals and our rules and our plan of attack. We had a little bit of a win lately so I have to update it before I head out to Texas next week.

"Well, good luck!" he says sincerely. "Texas... that's at the bottom of the US, right? In the middle? The pointy one?"

"Yes," she says. "The pointy one."

"They're headquartered there, and I'll spend a few weeks there with the staff, and then we'll be in the nation's capitol the rest of the summer. That's where we'll connect with the volunteers."

Enzo nods. "I've never been there. Either place."

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