Arron gets a new name

Arron sat down at the kitchen table in one of the two chairs that they had managed to put together, the other two were still in their boxes leaning against the side of the fridge, while Sarah sat in front of him. Between the two of them sat the pile of emails containing the list of jobs to the right and on the left was the documents that Marjorie had sent over to her and she managed to print out.

He was silent for a few moments before he closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands, feeling the effects of his long hair draping down in front of him. "Of all the mornings to forget to pick up coffee..."

Sarah was equally not happy with the development but instead just leaned over and patted her father on the shoulder as gently as possible. "She really came through, though. Aunt Marj knows her shit."

Arron kept his face covered but merely nodded his head a bit. "That she does. She's too good. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this person was as real as you and I." He laughed a little. "I guess she's more real than I am, at the moment."

Sarah turned and looked at the documents contained in the packet she had been sent. "Full collegiate background, professional reference letters, medical records, birth certificate...the works." She was sure that the people who could provide "references" were actual people. Marjorie was very well connected in the local LGBTQ community so if she needed favors, she could call them in at a moment's notice. From what it seemed on paper, though, it looked like she had cashed in quite a few.

Arron took a deep breath and then looked at the top of the paper that had a computer print out of his biographical information, including a doctored photo of his face. "Erin Ava Andrews, nee Matthews..." It was easily crafted to fit the registration and the title for the house in addition to the vehicle registrations, insurance, and other documents that needed an appropriate name. "Great...I'm a 41 year-old woman..."

Sarah stifled a laugh as her father's head touched the table surface. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh at this."

"Don't be...I'd find this fucking funny if it weren't happening to me." He groaned a bit before he lifted his head back up and sighed. "Well, there's the issue of now what about the job thing? Which job do I apply for?"