Magpie Tales: #24
Emerging, satisfied, from the warm, moist cocoon of her bed - and leaving him to watch her go, she peers into the mirror in the hall.
She: My God! Look at my hair! What a mess!
He: You look beautiful.
She (secretly smiling): When I look into my mirror I know you are lying.
He: I'm not lying. You are looking at yourself through the eyes of a beauty pageant judge. I'm looking at the real you.
She: Then the real me must be Medusa!
He: No doubt. You can certainly turn a man to stone.