Play to Your
                Strengths 
                by Bill Tope 
                
                    
                        She snapped the
                        book closed with an 
                        edge of pique. Aaron grinned at her 
                        and nodded enthusiastically.  "Hot,
                         
                        huh, Sarah?" She narrowed her eyes 
                        at him, glared with seething indignance  
                        and distrust.  Their new arrangement,
                         
                        she felt, was not working out 
                          
                        This, she said pointedly, is supposed 
                        to be my autobiography!  "Yeah,
                        yeah," 
                        he said, nodding some more.  But,
                        she 
                        pointed out, I didn't write it. 
                          
                        "No, of course not," he agreed.
                        "I wrote 
                        it!"  When Sarah said nothing
                        he added,  
                        "I'm your agent; that's what I do." 
                        She opened the book, pointed to a  
                        passage.  Here, she said, you wrote
                        that 
                        I had an abortion at 17. "So?"
                        he asked. 
                          
                        Aaron, I live in Texas! They're going to 
                        lynch me for that. This ain't Janis
                        Joplin's 
                        Texas!  And here, she went on,
                        pointing  
                        out another entry, you say that I had one
                         
                        Jewish grandmother and one Black  
                        grandmother.   
                          
                        He stared at her blankly.  They won't
                         
                        let me vote anymore, she complained. He  
                        only shrugged.  You're going to get
                        me  
                        shot, Aaron!  "No," he
                        disagreed. "Only  
                        if you go driving around in a car
                        somewhere... 
                        well, anywhere in Texas," he
                        conceded.  
                        She frowned. 
                          
                        Wait," he said, "you haven't
                        got to the good  
                        part yet." There is a good part? she
                        asked  
                        bleakly. "Sure, sure," he said,
                        riffling through   
                        the book to the final pages.  
                          
                        "See? It says, when you turned
                        thirty..." She 
                        cut him off with an icy stare. 
                        Aaron, I'm only 
                        29 years old now!  He twisted his
                        lips wryly, 
                        said, "Okay. When you turn thirty,
                        you will 
                        relocate to Florida and become a leader
                        in 
                        Black Lives Matter and join the faculty
                        at the 
                        University of Miami to teach Critical
                        Race 
                        Theory."  
                          
                        She shook her head wearily.  I don't
                        think you  
                        understand the new demographic, she  
                        ventured.  Who was your last client,
                        Jayne 
                        Fonda?  Aaron was growing frustrated;
                        time 
                        for a new tack. "Okay, okay, how's
                        this? You  
                        take up residence at Mar a Lago and the  
                        GOP drafts you to be Trump's running mate
                         
                        in 2024?"  
                          
                        Aaron, Buddy, she said.  Now you're
                        talkin'.   
                        Can you book me on Fox News? "You'll
                        be sitting 
                        in Tucker Carlson's lap, maybe you'll
                        have a  
                        lesbian affair with Laura Ingraham." 
                        Don't get too 
                        carried away, Sarah cautioned. 
                        "Like I always  
                        say, Baby," said Aaron, "you
                        got to play to your  
                        strengths." | 
                     
                 
                 
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