368. Glancing in the review mirror, he saw his green eye in the lower lefthand corner staring back. "It's happening." We ran into the house, maybe it was just the street light. I grasped the cold can of Diet Coke hoping the fizzy nectar would send more blood to my brain and allow me to peer, childlike, into the mirror over the sink. "And me. It hurts, God it hurts." He closes his eyes, wishing he could also close his ears. I tried to focus again and still got lost. "It's not the same. A person does not look the same in a mirror as she does."