Chapter 14: Andy
I catch my reflection in the front doors of my condo building. The light’s hitting just so in the late afternoon so that the double doors morph into full-length mirrors. I pause for a minute, careful to make sure none of my neighbors are around to witness my vanity. The good I see: I’m still trim, thanks to my running regimen that’s been with me most of my adult life. My skin looks healthy and tan, even though that’s just my Italian heritage peeking through. My eyes are nice. The bad: the balding at the top of my head, the glasses that never seem to look quite right, making me appear owlish, the gray in my hair, and the little goatee on my chin, once a rich dark brown, now completely silver. I give myself a little smile and add my even white teeth to the plus column.
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