Then Mom started laughing and crying at the same time.
Dad pressed his forehead against hers.
“I thought I was going to lose you.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know that too.”
Mom wiped her face.
“But if that call had gone differently, we would have dealt with that too.”
Dad nodded.
“Together.”
“Together.”
She smiled.
“And with all available mirrors.”
Dad laughed.
That evening, he disappeared into the garage.
He returned carrying the full-length mirror.
Then the dresser mirror.
Finally, he brought the small vanity mirror.
This time, he didn’t put it anywhere.
He looked at Mom.
“Where do you want this one?”
“Back where it was.”
He placed it on the dresser.
Mom put Grandma’s photograph beside it.
She didn’t return the picture to the shoebox.
Several weeks later, I stopped by.
Mom was standing in front of the dresser mirror.
