When Merril answered the phone Liza was in mid-cry. “I found Vincent!” she sobbed.
“The gorgeous dream guy you met last summer? Where?”
“I ran across him today, his real name’s Phil. Turns out he takes vacations, finds some babe and gives her the perfect boyfriend for two weeks of hot sex. Then he goes back to being Phil. Gah! I’m so stupid!”
“He’s shorter in real life, too. Asshole.”
“Hey, you got vacation time, right?”
“So go be someone else’s fantasy.”
There was a long silence, and then Liza chuckled.
“Maybe I’ll call myself ‘Phoebe…'”