Thousand: Two Hundred Seventy-Two

knocked off its rings. I get a lot of calls after celestial incidents. My calendar filled up after the comet Xuxek. But the more interesting coincidence was Rhea’s call. The girl in the magazine, the daughter of my benefactor. I’d met her before, when she was, I must admit I recognized, quite a girly sort of boy, Ray, her boy name. The voice on the phone purred the way Ray’s had, husky for a woman, warm for a boy. When she showed up at my office, though I had seen her naked, though I’d seen her as a long-haired youth