He stood inches from the mirror looking at his nose. It wasn’t big or anything, but it was long, like his grandfather’s — a puro Indio nose. He squeezed a blackhead and then moved his attention to his eyes. Are those bags under my eyes? He thought. He was still fairly wrinkle free — no crows feet or anything. But there was something going on around his eyes.
When did I get so old, he wondered. I used to look young. People used to be surprised when…
