” What are you looking at Jingle? “ Milo Hungerford asked his wife.
Jingle was standing in front of their bathroom mirror with her hairbrush in her hand and she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “
He came up behind her and stared into glass and shook his head.
” That’s not right Jingle. “
She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “
Milo pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.
” Is it still there Milo? “
Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “
” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “
” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”
Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.
” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.
Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife holding her hairbrush, her dark hair framing her face- all alone except for the darkness that was their home and he turned her gently towards him and said,
” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “