VI. Reflection of Gray
“Hey, if you didn’t want them, you should have said something earlier. I mean, you did see me pick them out.”
Osmond waited in the doorway while Andres became consumed with the guest room mirror.
“No, it’s not that, the clothes are fine. This is the closest view I have ever had of this mirror. I have a strange intrigue for this perspective. Vision from the security cameras doesn’t provide such intense zoom that is needed to see the surface of this glass.”
Though he leaned on the door with his arms folded, Osmond was staring attentively at his robotic friend inspect the mirror.
“And the glass is interesting to you?” Osmond asked.
“Yes, at this distance I can see its miniature cracks and coat of dust. They are minor flaws relative to its whole, but they exist, no
