Shampoo planet [antikvár]

My mother, Jasmine, woke up this morning to find the word d-i-v-o-r-c-e written in mirror writing on her forehead with a big black felt pen. Of course she didn't know the word was there as she was awakening. Not until she stepped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and looked in the mirror (a mirror surrounded by a long-suffering wandering-Jew vine and the mirror in front of which I learned to shave several years back) did she see the word, now facing the correct way, at which point she screamed loud enough to wake the dead, which in my house means my sister, Daisy. I, however, wasn't home when my mother's awakening occurred. At the time I was in a 767 zooming homeward over the Atlantic. But Daisy subsequently told me over the telephone all about the ordeal, and at this moment, while I reflect upon Daisy's news (Jasmine apparently is in no state to talk) I am sitting on the sixteenth floor of a deli- 3