Miss Vain
Pak Arif watched a little girl in a restaurant who enjoyed looking closely at her self in the mirror, tossed her hair backwards, turned her head this way, that way for a long time. “What a ‘Miss Vain’.” But then he whispered to me. “I myself am just as vain as she is as I exert a lot, perhaps even more to heighten my inner appearance no one could ever know. Ha, ha, ha.”
July 2008
April 2011
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