I’d bought it for two reasons. The first was that, when Tim had seen me, seen my actual me-face, I’d nearly lost it, nearly quit, nearly had to run away. Second, if I looked like Manny, and if I was doing this because of Manny, then it was really like I wasn’t even doing it, right? It was like Manny was here himself by proxy, me as his mini-avatar, who could fit into the tight, human-sized spaces.
