The Mirrors and Bob

Document ID: 
1979 US236 V MIRR 36A
1979, September
Conversation overheard

FRANKY: Thank God you didn't show up any later. This place gives me the chills at night. ... No electricity, and all these mirrors... You know, in my community when someone dies, they cover all the mirrors in the house. Some say that it’s just to renounce all vanity during the mourning period, but others say something else... They say it’s to keep the soul of the dead from being trapped in the mirrors... Believe it or not, there's always a bit of truth in any superstition. Am I right?

Amused and skeptical at the same time, Carl contemplates the mirrors that surround him-

FRANKY: I guess you just have to keep your eyes away from them.

Unlike the rest of the scenery, the mirrors are perfectly clean and glistening.

CARL: Did you clean them?


CARL: The mirrors, why are they so clean?

Franky smiles-

FRANKY: That’s Bob Tagge, the fellow who worked here before you. He was completely obsessed with these damn mirrors. He'd spend the entire night polishing them.

CARL: Why did he leave?

FRANKY: No idea. Just didn’t show up one day. I take it he's found a better opportunity somewhere else. I’m not one to complain, but I never really liked him much... Could never be bothered to say hello or at least ask “how are you doing?”... I mean, damn.

They enter the next floor.

FRANKY : Third floor... Ladies' collaboration room. You gotta be careful here. When the wind blows, sometimes the tiles fly off the roof and they'll just snap your ear off, if you follow what I'm saying... Franky checks the time on his watch.

Well, I'll let you get acquainted with the rest of the building on your own.