Two Much!

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A mirror in the garment district? Easiest thing on earth: I picked one up on the way to the office.

In the same building, in fact. The service elevator doesn’t run on Sundays, and the other elevator doesn’t run ever, so I climbed the stairs, stopping off at the floor below mine to break into Froelich’s Frocks by inserting my Master Charge card between the door and its frame.

Thousands of frocks. Another time, I probably would have picked up something nice for Gloria, but today I had no room in my head for nonessentials. I needed a mirror, approximately seven feet high and two feet wide, and freestanding. Come on, come on; the models have to look at themselves somewhere.

Right. In a rear room where half a dozen mirrors of exactly the right type, freestanding in their own frames. I picked one up, found it weighed a ton, and carried it upstairs anyway. Placed it in position, stepped back, stepped forward, squinted, frowned, studied.

Yes.