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Rebecca and Devin sat side-by-side. Devin handed her a glass of champagne. She glanced at the digital clock. Six-thirty. The unveiling was scheduled for seven. Devin noticed her noticing the time. “Hey, relax. Get dressed. Kick back. Have another drink.”

“I really should…I really have to spend a bit of time, well, getting ready.” Rebecca stood up and stepped towards the bathroom.

“You don’t need all that shit, you know,” Devin said.

“What?”

“All that stuff. In the bathroom — the hair stuff.”

“I do,” she said softly.

“No – you don’t.”

“It’s unnatural.”

“That stuff is what’s unnatural, Rebecca. And the sooner you can see that and accept who you are, the happier you’re gonna be. God. I think that’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever said, but it’s true — I know. I spent so many years in total denial of my heritage and it really fucked me up. Trust me, Rebecca. Here.” Devin picked up the leather pants and the Gloomy Bear T-shirt and handed them to her. “Go put these on. I’ll be right back.”

Rebecca was dressed when Devin returned to her room a few minutes later. He’d brought a digital camera and a tripod. “I want you to do something,” he said as he set up the equipment. “Stand over there.”
“I hate it when people take my picture,” Rebecca said.

People aren’t going to take your picture, you’re going to take your picture.” He handed her a remote. “Just press it whenever you’re ready.” She did and then they both hovered around the camera to look at the shot.
“It’s kind of blurry,” Devin said. He adjusted the focus. “There. Try again.”

“It’s still blurry,” Rebecca said. “I always take horrible pictures.”

“I kinda like it. It’s got this sort of ethereal quality. It’s perfect. And I think you should take a picture of yourself everyday. Maybe then you’ll see how great you are.”

“Knock-knock? Rebecca?” It was Yoshi.

“Come in.” Rebecca opened the door and Yoshi swept through.

“I wanted to see how your preparations were coming.” She surveyed the room.

“I wanted it to be real in a way, but not – like a diorama,” Rebecca explained.

“Yes, yes, I see. And a nod to your northern roots, too. Very clever. Bravo!”

Devin snuck a glance at Rebecca and winked.

Yoshi paced the room. Brown Astroturf covered the floor. Bushy plants grew from the corners and up the walls. One especially dense plant was trimmed meticulously in the shape of a charging bear. Rebecca had hung framed kitschy prints of forest scenes. Cut-out wall murals of deer and moose were pasted on either side of her doors. She’d covered her desk, the small chest of drawers – even the television — in rich mossy green coloured velvet. An unzipped brown sleeping bag doubled as a bed spread and a shredded army surplus tarp hung from the ceiling — a post-apocalyptic tent. Plastic figurines of cute Japanese characters mingled with cheap ceramic wildlife statues. Yoshi ran a hand along the velvet-covered desk. “My goodness, Rebecca – this is spectacular!”

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