A young woman, widowed not long after the war, struggling to find her place in the world, she now finds herself in possession of a strange mask brought home by her husband from Japan.
In her mid-20s, Rosie is the classic mid-western American girl next door. Brown-haired and a little on the slight side, she dresses frugally and perhaps with a more practical streak than her contemporaries. She’s more likely to blend into a crowd than stand out from it.
In her mystery man guise, when she’s seen at all, the most striking feature is the bone-white noh mask, a wooden theatrical mask carved into the stylized guise of a Japanese woman with white skin. The mask’s mood seems to change depending on what angle it’s viewed from, ranging from a mysterious smile to a grimace of anger. She usually wears a dark coat, but it is often lost in the shifting shadows that form her body. To those few that would recognize it, her shadowy silhouette might be mistaken for that of a kimono-clad woman.
Rosie grew up believing she’d follow the path expected of her- get married, settle down and have kids in this bright future of the USA. It was going well enough, including a husband, a move to the burgeoning city of Los Angeles, a small house, when Pearl Harbor was bombed and the United States threw itself into the war on two fronts. Like thousands of other new wives, Rosie waved goodbye to her husband as he shipped out to the Pacific, not knowing is she’d see him again.
She tried to be the responsible citizen and signing up to work as a riveter for Lockheed, putting together fighter planes.
Her husband did come home, but like many, he came home changed.
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