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I felt very shaky, kind of trembly all over. My knees felt all weak and sweaty. You know the
feeling.
But I ignored it. I wanted to enjoy my moment of glory. It wasn’t often that I got to do something
that Zack hadn’t already done ten times.
“Amazing,” Zack said, staring hard at the mirror. “I’ve got to try it!”
“Well…” I wasn’t so sure I wanted Zack to do it. It was such a big responsibility. I mean, what
if something went wrong?
“You’ve got to let me do it!” Zack insisted.
“Hey—where’s Lefty?” I asked, glancing quickly around the small room.
“Huh? Lefty?” Zack’s eyes searched, too.
“I was so busy being invisible, I forgot he was here,” I said. And then I called, “Hey, Lefty?”
No reply.
“Lefty?”
Silence.
I walked quickly around to the back of the mirror. He wasn’t there. Calling his name, I made my
way to the door and peered out into the attic.
No sign of him.
“He was standing right here. In front of the mirror,” Zack said, suddenly pale.
“Lefty?” I called. “Are you here? Can you hear me?”
Silence.
“Weird,” Zack said.
I swallowed hard. My stomach suddenly felt as if I’d swallowed a rock.
“He was right here. Standing right here,” Zack said in a shrill, frightened voice.
“Well, he’s gone now,” I said, staring at the dark, shadowy reflection of the mirror. “Lefty’s
gone.”