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hs51150.jpgbuy prints of select halfsquatch photographs at etsy or dawanda. (prints of all photographs are available upon request) day 51

It wasn’t like Dave had any say in the plans for Sasquatch Summer, so he didn’t understand why his parents insisted on him attending a meeting with the producers. The network had commissioned a one-hour special about Tucky and the shooting of the Lady Sasquatch. There would be slick, newsmagazine-style interviews with all the key players, the producers explained, and reenactments of pivotal events.

It was a quickie job with an even quicker turnaround; the network hoped to air the show Labour Day weekend. We have to strike while the iron is hot. There wasn’t much time. Tucky suggested he could find a space for the producers to set up a production office at the lodge. It was an offer they readily accepted.

Dave skimmed the document on the table in front of him. The contract was several pages with sticky yellow tabs that read “Sign Here” poking out where — he assumed — he was expected to sign.

Signing meant full co-operation with the producers – no no comments, no off-the-record-only remarks. The producers repeatedly assured the Thompsons (as well as Tucky’s agent and legal counsel) that the show wasn’t another ill-fated ratings grab by the floundering public broadcaster.

“So whatever you ask, I have to answer is what you’re saying,” Dave said.

His mother shot him a hostile look. Her voice was strained and uncharacteristically high. It was made clear to Dave before the meeting that there would be no mention of the incident with that animal girl. Ever. “It is reasonable, David, for you to discuss your help to your father in regards to the Lady Sasquatch.”

“You will, of course, be compensated for your time,” said one of the producers.

“What about Rebecca?” Dave asked. His mother looked as though she may smack him.

“I’m afraid that Miss Richman hasn’t yet responded to our interview requests,” said the other producer.

“The integrity of the project won’t be compromised, if that’s a concern,” the first producer quickly added.

“No concern here, my friend,” said Tucky. He handed Dave a pen and patted his back in a way that was more threatening than fatherly. Reluctantly, Dave signed his name. This could be the answer,he told himself. This could be how he could fix things and make Rebecca understand.

Dave waited until Tucky signed, then Andrea. He felt uneasy and couldn’t wait for his father to wrap up the handshaking and small talk so he could get back to his room. He excused himself politely. But before he made it out the door, one of the producers handed Dave a stack of photocopied handbills. “If you could give one of these to anyone you think might be interested, that would be great.”

He glanced down at the stack of notices now in his hand and felt suddenly ill. Auditions for the role of Rebecca Richman would be held on Wednesday at noon.

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