Following some good advice, today I looked for a place where Mandy could stay. Because there wasn't much time and I didn't want to take any chances, I went straight to the non-straight: Antony. You may remember that Antony is a gay friend of mine. (Everybody should have a gay friend, it's the politically correct thing to do, right?)

Antony and I hadn't talked in a little while, but he's reliable and trustworthy. I couldn't tell him about the faerie issue I have, of course, so I made something up. Something with enough truth in it that he'd believe it. I told him there was this weird stalker who was harassing Mandy and I'd feel safer if she could stay elsewhere for a little bit.

"Wait," he said, "is that still going on? You had some problems with a weirdo, back at the beginning of the year. Is that related?"

"Yeah, I think so. So you okay with Mandy staying at your place for a bit?"

"Sure, no problems. You sure you guys aren't fighting?"

"No, man, we're real good together. I just want to keep her safe while I figure this out."

"Okay. No problems, she can come in tonight."

So earlier tonight, when I got home and found Mandy already there, I broached the topic right away. I must have had this "we gotta talk" face, because she stiffened up immediately.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I think... Minx's gone crazy. I don't think it's safe for you here, right now..."

She didn't say a word, but there was some hurt in her eyes.

"I called Antony today. You could stay there for a while. If you want. I don't think Minx can reach you there..."

Still more silence. She nodded slowly.

"I'll call you a cab."

She walked out the door about half an hour ago. I know deep inside it's the best thing to do to keep her safe, but I still feel like crap.