"What?" I shrieked.
"We didn't even mean for it to happen," he began to explain. "I came in here to check up on her after the show and she was crying. She'd had a fight with her mom or something. I just…put my arm around her to comfort her and we…." He trailed off. I sat next to him on the couch.
"I begged her to let me tell Marshall," he explained. "I didn't think it was fair that she was the only one getting fired because of something that was my fault. She wouldn't let me. With my mom being so sick she said 'you need your job right now'. And then she came in here to pack."
"Tell him anyway," I said. "Don't let Zora tell you what to do if you think it's right."
"I don't know, Sonny," he replied. "Zora's small but she has very powerful legs."
"Nico," I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. "Zora doesn't want to do this alone. No woman in her right mind would want to. If you tell Marshall you can beg him to give her job back." I began to shake him as I spoke. "Now get your tukas in to Marshall's office and put your foot down! For once in your life…be a man!" He stood up.
"I can't, Sonny," he replied. "I just can't. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this job has amazing health insurance….but not for my mom. Her company denied her claim again. I'm the one paying her medical bills. I need this job. Especially now. It's not that I don't want to tell him because I do. I want to be able to be there for my child."
"Nico," I said. "What's wrong with your mom? I've never seen you so worried." He paced the room, scrubbing his face franticly. Finally, he replied:
"She's got cancer."