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THE INVISIBLE MAN
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by
Duckling
Chapter 3
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Frank sat in his seat in frustrated silence. While he didn’t like the fact that no one could see him, he really hated that he was unable to communicate with anyone. He had finally hit upon the idea of using touch as a rather limited method of communication, and was grateful to see that his occasional touch seemed to relieve the others. Secretly, he was glad that he could still feel, and be felt. It reassured him that he hadn’t been completely cut off from the rest of the world. He began to have an inkling of how his brother must have felt when Callie had so cruelly, albeit accidentally, wished him away.
He understood Joe’s anger with Vanessa, even if it was a bit irrational. It wasn’t like she intended anything to happen. And at least Frank hadn’t truly disappeared; he was merely invisible. Still, Callie had never intended to wish his baby brother away, and Frank had definitely resented her at that time.
He had been listening intently to the conversation and had something he wished to say, only he had no idea how to make himself heard. The elder Hardy boy thought for a few minutes before he stepped around to his brother and gently punched him in the arm
Joe suddenly looked up beside his left shoulder, as if listening to a person standing at his side. “Yes?” He asked, assuming the mysterious punch to have come from his brother.
The girls blinked for a minute before they realized Frank must have initiated a conversation of sorts between the brothers. Vanessa blushed when she discovered that she had already forgotten the older teen’s presence. I guess what they say is true: out of sight, out of mind, she thought ruefully.
Frank next reached down and grasped his brother’s hand in his own. He squeezed it in the secret pattern the boys had established when they first began detecting, knowing Joe would understand.
Quickly, Frank squeezed the signal for “look.” Then he took Joe’s hand and tapped gently against Joe’s forefinger.
The younger boy frowned in perplexity for a minute before glancing back up to where he imagined Frank’s head to be.
“What’s going on, Joe,” Vanessa asked intrigued by her boyfriend’s actions.
Joe gave a slight start and looked over at the girls. “A long time ago, Frank and I developed a secret code of hand signals to be used when we got into sticky situations and couldn’t see each other,” he explained. “He just signaled that he wants me to look at something, but I’m not sure at what.”
Frank continued tapping on the younger boy’s finger.
“You want me to move my finger?” Joe asked hesitantly.
Frank frantically squeezed a quick “yes.” The elder Hardy was momentarily stymied as how to convey his message, and grasped at the first thing he could think of. He began hitting his brother’s finger repeatedly with the edge of a slightly jagged fingernail, desperately hoping Joe would make the connection.
“Ouch,” Joe protested mildly. “I thought you said you wanted me to move my finger; why are you gouging me with your sharp nail?”
Frank pounded even harder on Joe’s finger.
“Come on, Frank,” Joe stated a bit irritably. “What’s the deal? What’s the point of beating up on my finger like that?”
Frank stopped for a moment and quickly signaled “yes.”
“Yes?” Joe was beyond confused. Sighing, he looked over at where he imagined Frank to be. “Big brother, I’m sorry. But I don’t get it.”
Callie suddenly spoke up. “I think this is something like charades,” she said, “only with touch.”
She looked at Joe; trying to look at an invisible Frank was too difficult for her. “You said that Frank wants you to look at something and he wants you to move your finger.”
“Yes,” Joe asserted at the same moment that Frank squeezed “yes.”
“Frank just said ‘yes’ again,” he informed the girls.
“But then he started beating on your fingers until just now when he said ‘yes’ again?”
“That’s right,” Joe agreed.
“Then it must be that you said the word he wanted to convey!” Vanessa sat up in excitement.
Frank squeezed “yes” again.
“He just said ‘yes’,” the younger boy relayed.
“So, what did you say, exactly,” Callie wondered aloud. The other two reflected on the strange, one-sided conversation that had just taken place.
Frank wondered if he should continue hitting his brother’s finger with his nails, but before he had reached a decision, Vanessa stated triumphantly: “Joe, I think he wants you to point at something!”
Sighing with relief, Frank squeezed “yes.”
“Van, you’re a genius,” Joe declared happily. “Frank wants me to point at something.”
He smiled at Vanessa for the first time since she had announced Frank’s invisibility. Delighted, the girl smiled back, unexpectedly blushing.
“Okay, Frank,” Joe said, his bright eyes looking expectantly at the empty air, “What do you want me to look at? What am I supposed to point to?”
Here Frank faltered. How could he indicate the piece of paper lying on the middle of the table?
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