by M.J. Sions Alexandra Tran For the sake of preserving my little brother’s anonymity, I’m going to refer to him as “The Predator.” Reconstructing a person is different from reconstructing a dress, in that it has to happen as far away from lights as possible, with a sense of formlessness, and, also, in that you don’t end up wanting to scream “the problem is your weirdly shaped hips!” at a temperamental starlet. If theater production hadn’t worked out for me, I think I would’v