

In this lovely Alameda abode, Nurie, dressed in black, loves to drink slowly from the bathroom sink, while Bozie, in the gray and white tuxedo, is happy to wile away an afternoon gazing out the window. But I believe they are secretly relishing their own reflections. I have heard that Elvis was unable to pass a mirror without pausing to admire himself, and I think we may have the same situation here. And who can blame them? When you are truly beautiful, the draw must be irresistible....