For the hundredth time, she questioned the king’s wisdom in making her the go-between between surface dwellers and Undersea Folk. The king’s argument—that she was the only half-and-half on the planet—had seemed so logical at the time . . . Clearly he had paid no attention to her poor interpersonal skills. “Several countries are offering citizenship to the mermaids—” “Undersea Folk.” “—how do you feel about that?” “I feel they don’t need land citizenship. They’ve got the run of the oceans. I also think it’s typical of humans to assume Undersea Folk would jump at the chance for U.S. citizenship. Because that’s where you’re going, right? It’s not altruistic in any way. America wants dibs on the finned.” The reporter, a slender, balding man with warm brown eyes, smiled. “Interesting point.” “Insulting point, actually. But have it your way.” “So tell me about yourself—your mother’s human, and your father—” “Next question.” The reporter blinked.
