“I’m sorry,” Leo stammered. “I found this number. My father—he kept a mirror.”
He dialed the number. It rang. A cheerful recording answered: “Thank you for calling Mirvish Productions. Our box office is currently closed. Our hours are…” mirvish box office phone number
His mother, a woman who left when he was three, was a ghost he never bothered chasing. But his father had kept this mirror facing the wall. Why? “I’m sorry,” Leo stammered
He left the mirror propped against the curb with the rest of the junk. But he kept the number. Not for tickets. For the memory that some calls—like some curtain calls—arrive thirty years too late. mirvish box office phone number