It seemed to be the most reasonable thing to do, given her impressive infatuation with herself.
……….
Tired of buying mirrors but never tired of staring at herself in them, she decided that it made sense to find pretty shards of glass and put them in her eyes. That way I can stare at myself forever, she told K. He kinda thought she was joking, but also kinda hoped she wasn’t. Because what he loved about her most was her devoted narcissism.
Why, he had come home one evening to find her at the kitchen table, staring at the distorted image of herself in the concave side of a spoon with which she had probably been planning to do something else. I’ve brought you another mirror, he said. Put it with the others, she commanded.
In addition to “the spoon incident,” there had been the bathroom incident, the fun house incident, the bowl of cereal incident, and so on.
But there had to be a better way.
……….
K was touched; the pieces of glass the police extracted from her eyes had come from the mirror he gave her for their anniversary. But he was also sad; it had been very expensive.
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