From the book...
Outside the stall I looked in the mirror. I was shocked. It was as if I was looking at a stranger. His hair was disheveled and his shirt was rumpled. The face looked hard and there were dark bags under the eyes. That can’t be me, I thought. I peered closer at the image in the mirror; the skin on the face looked pale and clammy. I saw the scar under the left eye from the drunk-driving accident. Yes, it really was me.
For some reason an urge to curse at the reflection came over me. I raised my voice, “You son of a bitch, you’re the one that’s been after me.” The image in the mirror didn’t answer.
Why pick this passage out of the book to post?
Is something that happened 38 years ago somehow relevant to what we were discussing here?