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Tumbler Ridge, B.C. House beside the town dump. A tidy and trinketful universe. Television, figurines, dinette set. Sugar Ducharme – track suit, crocheted slippers – prepares dinner. Small mutterings, in song form: ‘Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, Sugar. Dinner looks so good, it smells so good, it looks so good, you’re everything, what, what, what, you’re Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, Sugar …’ All finishings finished, Sugar looks out the window. She slinks to the record player. Puts on Heart’s‘Magic Man.’She dances – a sultry, buoyant secret. Sound of squealing tires. Needle is pulled, record player turned off. Sugar checks her reflection in the mirror. She straightens her track suit, her slippers, her self.

Enter: Grace Ducharme, through a cloud of dust, coveralls, sunglasses, hair sprayed into a sculpture. Grace and Sugar are twins – they look nothing alike.

SUGAR: You’re home.

GRACE: I’m home.

SUGAR: I’m happy.

GRACE: I’m home Sugar, I’m home.

Sugar opens the fridge. Pulls out a soda. She cracks it wide. Hands it to Grace. Grace guzzles.

SUGAR: How was your day?

GRACE: Like the others.

SUGAR: Garbage pickers?

GRACE: No.

SUGAR: Illegal dumpers?

GRACE: No.

SUGAR: Nothin’ peculiar?

GRACE: Nothin’ peculiar.

SUGAR: I’m happy to see ya Grace. I’m happy you’re home.

GRACE: I’m home.

SUGAR: I’m happy.

GRACE: I’m home Sugar, I’m home. (Grace sniffs the air) Gonna freshen up.

Grace exits to their bedroom. Sugar is still for a moment, directionless. Sound of freshening up – mostly a keen hair dryer. Timer goes. Ding. Sugar pulls the roast out of the oven and places it on the table. Hair dryer off. To the world entire, Sugar announces:

SUGAR: Roast.

Blackout.