The policeman yawned and watched through his sideview mirror as the women crossed M Street.
Mr. Johnson recalled once driving from what he thought was a secure house near a wildfire, only to see it erupt through his rearview mirror.
Mr. Otibu, who has been a police officer in Ghana and a United Nations monitor in Bosnia, brought the car to a stop alongside a minivan and watched her in stony silence through his side mirror.
The most vivid image in the story is of the protagonist watching through his rearview mirror as his young son chases after him: "A small running shape in the dark, charging the car, picking up something and throwing it, missing, crying You bum You bum You bum".
He looked at my nose ring through his rearview mirror and puzzled, he continued, "but Madam, you are sure you don't also have some Pakistani blood?" I thanked him, that's a real compliment considering the beauty of some Pakistani women and their inner strength.
During the ride, Mr. Ibrahim had seen enough of the couple through his rear-view mirror to pronounce that they "go together like peanut butter and jelly".
"Through his and Shakespeare's mirror I have seen myself; and although it is not a property of mirrors, I have been able to look ahead, to steer out of harm's way, to take charge, and, unlike the unfortunate Dane, to create my own destiny".
He was still looking at Sid through his reflection in the bar mirror.
He reveals himself through her mirror and leads her away.
She admitted watching his crimes through a mirror from another room, on her husband's orders.
