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Thursday night was salon night at the Art Motel. It was also the night Rebecca would reveal what she’d done with her room. Devin encouraged her to splurge and buy something new to wear for occasion, and she did: a pair of men’s black leather pants she discovered at a vintage store and a pink Gloomy Bear T-shirt.

Rebecca arranged her new clothes on her bed and retreated in a robe to her small washroom. There, she laid out an array of creams and pastes, a pair of tweezers and a razor. Her arms were covered in a layer of dense black hair. She reached for a tube of thick white cream and squirted a glob onto her hand.

“Rebecca, hello? Anybody home?“ It was Devin.

She turned the tap on and let the hot water wash away the hair removal cream on her hand. “Just a sec.” She tied the robe tight around her.

Devin had let himself into her room. He dropped a box on the floor beside her bed and poked his head around the bathroom door. “Hey. I just wanted to see if you wanted a drink before the big reveal,” he said, lifting up a bottle of champagne. “And I’ve got a special surprise for you,” he added.

“Sure. Yeah. That sounds good,” Rebecca said. “I’m just gonna be a little longer in here.”

“Of course, you have to put your face on. I have three sisters. I know the drill. I’ll just hang here and keep you company, fetch you things. Should I put some music on? I burned you a copy of that CD.”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should meet up later, like in half an hour,” Rebecca said.

“Okay. Whatever you say. I just though it would be nice to hang out a bit before the thingtonight, but you’re not into it. That’s cool. I should probably pop in on Stacey anyway. She wanted to talk or something.” Devin bent down to pick up the box beside Rebecca’s bed. “Ciao.”

“Devin, no. It’s okay. Stay. It’ll be cool. I’m just, I don’t know, a bit nervous. But put on some music. Pour me some of that champagne. And you can totally fetch me things.”

“First this.” Devin handed the box to Rebecca. “Go ahead. Open it.”

“Oh my God!” Rebecca held up a set of wooden nesting dolls, plain with no finish. There were dozens. “Oh my God! Thank you!” She flung herself forward, squeezing him around the waist, then snapped back and stepped away. Her face was red. “Sorry. I didn’t….”

Devin laughed. “It’s okay. Come ’ere.” He stretched his arms wide and hugged her, snuggling his head in the crook of her neck. “I think it’s nice.”

As they pulled away from each other Devin kissed her lightly on the cheek. He ran a finger along her fuzzy jawline. Rebecca drew back. “Tonight’s gonna be great,” Devin said. “But right now, I’m afraid to say, I really have to pee.” He skirted around Rebecca and into the bathroom.

“Wait!” But he had already closed the door.

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