And yet still, he catches me unprepared…
Centrepiece to the entrance hall is a pair of mirrors. The frames elaborately carved, gilt finished, they face each other from opposite walls. In proportion to the hall, supported at the base with a dado rail at waist height, each must be eight feet tall, reaching for the ceiling above.
Making for the stairs and the bedroom, as I pass between them, the two great mirrors give that odd, vanishing-into-infinity effect. I"m looking at my face and the back of my head at the same time. Then, pausing at some peripheral detail in the reflections that catches my eye, I look up.
upThere, in the ceiling above me, a hook. Solid steel by the look of it, the thing would easily support, for example, the weight of a human body.
I chuckle.
Nothing changes…
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