In a suburban library not far from the city of Albany, a librarian who had worked for five straight years without a vacation retired to his small office at the end of a busy night and looked himself over in the small mirror that hung on the back of the door. He peered into it with an intensity not commonly found in most reedy, gaunt, and bespectacled librarians until, within the mirror, a woman appeared and spoke to him.“It’s so good to see you,” said the woman in the mirror, her walnut hair luxuriously long and her skin as supple as a young girl’s.
“It’s good to see you too, my darling,” said the librarian.
He had been fascinated by this woman for quite some time, fascinated enough to have long conversations with her before he had to work at the circulation desk.
“How did you get so be
