5
Remy
I should’ve known when I’d drafted Jodi for this job she’d go all out. That was just her way. And wow, go all out, she did.
Making the clay mold had been a b***h. For her, that was. All I had to do was sit still as she caked my face with gunk. Then she’d made another mold. The first was an exact replica of my face and the second was the altered, male version of me. After that, it was easy. For me.
That’s when the real work started for Jodi, though. For the mask to work properly, it needed to be an exact representation of the face we wanted to make. Every flaw in the mold would show up in the outcome.
I sat and watched in wonder as she hovered over the mold, chipping and sanding to perfection.
“How old do you want to look?” she asked, frowning at her work as she concentrated. “
