Hail Mary (24 page)

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Come down to the kitchen once you’ve put your toys away,” my mom instructed. “I’ll show you what you’ll need to do.”

I showed up a few minutes later wearing my best plaid shirt, still rocking my Dungarees. My mom pulled back my hair and asked me to sit on a chair in the middle of the room. She draped a cape over my shoulders and started to apply makeup to my face. It was the eighties, so she caked on the blue eye shadow and red lipstick; a trend she would repeat over and over and over again on my poor little face every time we went to Sears for family photos. And though I forced a smile for the sake of not getting grounded, I knew in my heart that the makeup was never going to increase my chances of being recognized by the photographer as the next face of “Boys Size 8-10.”

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J.R. Rain is an ex-private investigator who now writes full-time in the Pacific Northwest. He lives in a small house on a small island with his small dog, Sadie, who has more energy than Robin Williams. Please visit him at
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