Mirrors
By Kathy Silvey Hall “You own a lot of vampires,” I said, checking my hair in my mother’s vanity mirror. She said nothing, and I could neither see her reaction on her face or see her reflection, so I turned to look. My mother was smiling and continuing to dust her room. I had said the wrong thing to her, and I often did, so I couldn’t very well expect an answer, certainly not from Bella Silvers. As many times as I had been there in the past, today I felt like I had never really noticed my mother’s room before. There had always been a big Frank Langella poster on the wall, but watching her dust the furniture, picking up here little figurines of Nosferatu and Gary Oldman, there sets of Anne Rice and Charlaine Harris books, I was aware for the first time of the extent of her vampiric collection. There was an image of Brad Pitt, a magnet with David Bowie and Catherine Deneuve, buttons featu...