The Joy Luck Club

"Wah! " cried the mother upon seeing the mirrored armoire in the master suite of her daughter's new condominium. "You cannot put mirrors at the foot of the bed. All your marriage happiness will bounce back and turn the opposite way. "

"Well, that's the only place it fits, so that's where it stays, " said the daughter, irritated that her mother saw bad omens in everything. She had heard these warnings all her life.

The mother frowned, reaching into her twice-used Macy's bag. "Hunh, lucky I can fix it for you, then. " And she pulled out the gilt-edged mirror she had bought at the Price Club last week. It was her housewarming present. She leaned it against the headboard, on top of the two pillows.

"You hang it here, " said the mother, pointing to the wall above. "This mirror sees that mirror-haule! -multiply your peach-blossom luck. "

"What is peach-blossom luck? "

The mother smiled, mischief in her eyes. "It is in here, " she said, pointing to the mirror. "Look inside. Tell me, am I not right? In this mirror is my future grandchild, already sitting on my lap next spring. "

And the daughter looked-and haule! There it was: her own reflection looking back at her.