Savannah stared at me in total disbelief.  "How could you do this to me?"  she shouted.  "It just isn’t fair!"
    I didn’t answer,  for I knew it wasn’t my fault.  I wanted desperately to tell her,  life was not fair, but instead sat there placid and unmoving.  She was unsatisfied with my inability to answer her.  Grabbing me, she shook me violently,  then threw me on the bed.  I still didn’t respond for there was nothing I could possibly say.
    Her attack.continued  "Yesterday, I was facing a future with eager anticipation,  my life was full, and ready for the arias of life to surround me." Savannah paced back and forth in front of me,  getting more angry as she stomped.  "Grace and style were my companions and then you had to destroy all that.  Why couldn’t you have just left well enough alone?  Now all of that is gone."
She lowered her head and cried.
     I felt sorrow for her,  but I didn’t understand why she was so upset, though.  Life for her was a constantly changing thing and never static for long.  My life,  on the other hand,  was always the same,  plain and boring.  My friend had little to complain about from my point of view.  but then,  it was obvious that she didn’t see things as I did.  My ability to remain the same day in and day out,  always constant,  reflected my view of her life.
    For so many years,  that was what she counted on from me,  my dependability , never flattering her ego and an honest look at herself.  But there were times when she wished I was not so honest,  I’m sure.  It was just not in my nature to pretend or butter people up,  so to speak.
    "Well,  it is obvious,  you have no intention of offering me advice on what I can do to change this situation."  Savannah stood with her hands on her hips,  defiant.  "So, I guess it is up to me to take matters in my own hands."
    She gently reached down and lifted me from the bed,  where I had remained.  "I’m so sorry," she said with sincerity.  "I know its not your fault. My temper got the best of me.  I shouldn’t treat an old and beloved friend that way."
    She hugged me to her chest then gently set me down at her dressing table.
Gradually,  I watched her as Savannah began to change.
    She went to the beauty shop and returned with a new hair cut,  styled in an entirely different way.  It made her look at least ten years younger.  A new diet regime began to improve the way she had let herself go.  The young girl she had once been,  was now being replaced by another image.  She held herself more erect,  emerging once more,  with self confidence and dignity.  Her life was beginning anew and once again she turned to me for approval.
    "And now old friend, what do you see?"  she asked proudly.
    I glowed,  when seeing the image she placed before me.  Savannah might have grown old,  but she would never lose her charm,  as long as she took an honest look within herself.
It was I,  who had experienced the pleasure of watching her grow from precocious child,  to happy teen,  to grown woman.  And finally she had come to the last glorious stage in her transformation that of a silver haired mature woman.
    I,  the rose covered,  gold handled mirror,   Savannah’s mother had given her so long ago, smiled back at her,  experiencing a certain satisfaction at a job well done.