“Glad to meet up with the ‘little nun’ again?” I said, the teasing note in my voice a cover up for the disappointment I felt at the chaste and virtuous portrayal of my teen-aged self he’d shared with John Phillip. My thoughts had never been chaste and virtuous where Morgan was concerned. Quite the opposite.
“Guess I can thank my brother for spilling that particular can of beans,” Morgan said. “What else did he say?”
“That David’s married with two sons and that you’re still single.”
“Hope he’s more discreet about sharing what he hears in the confessional.”
“He also said that Teri was missing and that you’re searching for her. I’m so sorry.”
Morgan looked over my shoulder and shifted his feet. “Me too.”
For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he asked, “Will you have lunch with me?”
“I’d be happy to, but first I have a mirror to buy. Do you have a lot of shopping to do?”
“Actually, I was just driving by when you crossed the street in front of me. I nearly wiped out a priceless statue or two while trying to find a place to park. But I had to know if it was you.”
“When I saw your reflection in the mirror, I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me,” I said.
“Likewise,” he said.
The store clerk walked over obviously pleased. “This beauty just came in. Would you care to take a closer look?”
“Consider the mirror your spiritual doorway,” my father once said.
Well, I’d seen Morgan in this mirror and a new, happier me. Did that count as a spiritual doorway?
“No thanks, I’ll take it.”
After closing the deal with a slide of my credit card, I asked, “Can I come back for it later?”
“Sure thing. I’ll wrap it up and keep it in back. Would you be interested in some of the mirror’s history?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“Consider it done,” he said.
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