True to his word, Satan shows up at eight on the nose. Speaking of noses, his seems to be healing quickly. The swelling is down, and so is the bruising under his eyes. By the time I need him to look pretty again for the show, he should be all set.
I have Clara take his measurements because there’s no way in hell I’m holding a tape measure to his inseam. Watching him squirm in discomfort as she manhandles him and bosses him around is so much fun I make her recheck all her numbers and take his measurements again.
When it’s over and he asks what it was all for, I tell him the truth. Sort of.
“I need you to model for me.”
“Model? What, clothes?”
I deadpan, “No. Taxidermy animals. It’s my new hobby.”
He squints, confused. “Would I, like, hold them or something?”
“Dude. That was a joke. Y
