Paparazzi Rising
Part 3. Olga's Story
The three hundred-pound Olga von Roegen stared hard at the statuesque beauty poised seductively across her. The scene, she realized, was quite ironic. A study in opposites: the humongous copper-skinned Aalbanese hippopotamus-woman opposite the alluring Caurenzan belladonna.
And to this, Olga only had one thing to say:
“AAAAUUUUWWWWRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!”
In reply to Olga’s earthshaking burp, the Caurenzan touched a dainty finger to her nose. Her moves, Olga noted, were definitely reptilian.
“So, you would accept my offer?” the Caurenzan asked, looking around at the piles of books, scrolls, and papers in this room that served as Olga’s library, study, living room, bedroom, dining room, kitchen and—as the smell indicated—toilet.
“And what will be my compensation?” asked Olga of the pretty lady.
“Bene, I will not promise you a magical cure to make you beautiful…” the Caurenzan replied. Olga began chewing on something crunchy she had found on some out of sight platter.
“Nor am I going to offer what happened to your beloved Filip.”
At the mention of the name, Olga stopped all chewing and stared hard at her guest. It was a face that was both frightening and pathetic.
“So,” Olga asked, gulping hard, “what would I get out of this?”
The Caurenzan looked squarely at the fat Olga, and confidently replied, “The Paparazzi Glantri will give you something to do with your life.”
