Thousand: Two Hundred Eighty-Four

not tragic. I mean, my father sat me down one day and say, “Rhea, I need you to look at something for me. A consultation, as it were.” And he gave me a hand mirror. You know my father. That is why I came to you about this matter, Sammy. She laughed. We are old friends, Sammy! Where was I? I looked in the mirror. I felt silly doing it. What was I going to see? My own face! What a trick Daddy was playing on me. But it wasn’t my face. No. He was right. It wasn’t the face