“to bed, and the mirror would disappear, never to be seen again until the next time this happened. “Are you hungry, Beth?” her mother asked. “No, I had a snack at school. I’m good for now,” Bethany told her. “You go sit down. You still sound sick. I’ll make you something.” Her mother gave her a sad smile, then nodded. “You’re far too sweet, you know. I’m so proud of you, of the person you’re growing up to be, you know that?” Bethany returned the smile, but inwardly wanted to groan. What”