Sutlevich’s basement:Siza reminds me of the opposing medicine cabinet mirrors in my grandparents bathroom. The two mirrors mounted on opposite walls...almost perfectly align. They reflected images seen viewing one mirror, showing me, my childhood head, diminishing into infinity as the light in the mirrors work off of one another, seems photons without end.I was extremely curious and also frightened by that. But I was always came back spending more time studying the effect, the phenomenon.“You had. That must have been impossible to deal with. I'm so sorry I di..."She tailed off into a sob, and they embraced.They fell asleep in each other's arms. Didn't stir until nearly seven the following morning. And seven was THAT time. And this morning, in the embrace of the girl he thought he had lost forever and now seemed closer to him than ever... Oh my God! "Rach." "Huh?" It's quarter to seven." Mmmm." What time do you have to be at work?" Half eight. We've got ages."She pulled him tighter. Felt. “We all ran upstairs when he started playing with it,” Sara continued. “He’ll never play with it again when I’m finished with him”, my aunt screamed with a pitch that continued to rise. She thundered towards me, while Cecile ushered my three tormentors back upstairs. Grabbing at my arm, aunt Susan pulled me to my feet, before thrusting me backwards onto the sofa. As I fell back I closed my eyes in anticipation of a rain of blows, but all that came was Cecile’s soothing, assertive voice,. “How the hell did you get in here?” I yelled in a whisper, partially to mind his hush and partially because I was too buzzed to care that I was minding it. I felt his bare legs on mine. They were large, hairy, and very warm. I could almost, but not quite, make out his face in the darkness. “I struck a deal with The Crow,” he informed matter of factly, as if that explained it all. He tried to nudge me back down with a push on the shoulder, but I resisted. “What?!”“It’s true,” he sighed..