On the way back to Bethesda, hauling a U-Haul loaded with furniture, boxes of photos childhood memories, and my dad’s old chainsaw, I felt a pang of regret in my gut that I’d not taken the mirror with me. We surely could have found room for it in our house and it would have been safe. It would have been comforting to have her with me all the time. (You might be thinking that she’s in every mirror, but there you would be wrong. She is only in that one mirror. I have never seen her in any other.)
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Did her dad have an old chainsaw too?
Possibly — dueling chainsaws. There’s a picture for you.
I’m really curious why you didn’t take the mirror? Hopefully that will be revealed on or before January 31.
Good question. It may or may not be revealed.
I initially thought it would be a bit creepy having the mirror. Until you said it would be comforting.