Robert's "friend"

Robert, the rest of my extended New Mexico family, and I went to an art opening at the University of New Mexico. As usual, Robert had to attend to his bladder. On the way out of the bathroom he saw his reflection. He said, “There’s my friend.” I said good-bye to his “friend” and he did too. Then Robert asked me if I knew that guy. He told me that he’s the guy who holds up the big mirror. Funny that he knows it’s a mirror but doesn’t know that he is the guy in the mirror. He told me that he is a great guy and funny. Then he said, “He lives . . .he lives . . . I wonder how he got here?”