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Black Flames, whole no. 1, January 1946
Page 19
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"But I don't understand," I interrupted, "how could your nightgown assume a state of invisibility if it hadn't come in contact with the vanishing cream?" "That is one of the many unexplainable mysteries," Roxana answered. "I later found that any inanimate objects which came into contact with me--clothing, food, etc., automatically became invisible also. This solved the problem of clothing for me. "And also the problem of the unseen candy bar for me." I interjected. "Precisely," replied Roxana. "Of course, this only applies to inanimate portable objects, objects that I can pick up or carry. A typewriter, for instance, does not become invisible when I use it. And living objects are not affected at all. For instance, if I touch you (she demonstrated with a light touch upon my arm) your arm will not alter in appearance. "Of course, I had to learn to coordinate my actions all over again. It was disconcerting at first to reach out to pick something up and not be able to see my arm and hand as it reached out for the object. I had the same trouble in walking, especially up and down stairs. You'd be surprised how much people depend upon watching their arms and legs to achieve coordination. "Well, I left the very next day. I didn't take much with me; I just wore an old sweater and skirt beneath my coat, and wore my most comfortable pair of low-heeled shoes. My aunt and uncle instigated a search for me at first, with the aid of the police, but of course they never found me," Roxana giggled. "I didn't have much money--never did have much--and my aunt and uncle wouldn't let me go out and work to earn my spending money, said such behavior wasn't becoming to a lady, or some such nonsense. Well, what I'm about to say next might shock you, but--well, the fact is that being invisible, and unable to work and all, whenever I was hungry, I'd raid a kitchen in some swank hotel or cafe. I got more good meals that way," Roxana smacked her lips in reminiscence, "and I soon got to know which places operated under sanitary conditions, too, from the lowliest hamburger joint to the classiest restaurants. And some of those classy restaurants are the worst offenders when it comes to unsanitary kitchens. Faugh! "As for lodgings, I stay at the best hotels, sleeping in the unrented rooms. It is rather amusing, in a way. The chambermaids come in in the morning and wonder who the dickens has rumpled up the bedclothes. How do I gain entrance
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"But I don't understand," I interrupted, "how could your nightgown assume a state of invisibility if it hadn't come in contact with the vanishing cream?" "That is one of the many unexplainable mysteries," Roxana answered. "I later found that any inanimate objects which came into contact with me--clothing, food, etc., automatically became invisible also. This solved the problem of clothing for me. "And also the problem of the unseen candy bar for me." I interjected. "Precisely," replied Roxana. "Of course, this only applies to inanimate portable objects, objects that I can pick up or carry. A typewriter, for instance, does not become invisible when I use it. And living objects are not affected at all. For instance, if I touch you (she demonstrated with a light touch upon my arm) your arm will not alter in appearance. "Of course, I had to learn to coordinate my actions all over again. It was disconcerting at first to reach out to pick something up and not be able to see my arm and hand as it reached out for the object. I had the same trouble in walking, especially up and down stairs. You'd be surprised how much people depend upon watching their arms and legs to achieve coordination. "Well, I left the very next day. I didn't take much with me; I just wore an old sweater and skirt beneath my coat, and wore my most comfortable pair of low-heeled shoes. My aunt and uncle instigated a search for me at first, with the aid of the police, but of course they never found me," Roxana giggled. "I didn't have much money--never did have much--and my aunt and uncle wouldn't let me go out and work to earn my spending money, said such behavior wasn't becoming to a lady, or some such nonsense. Well, what I'm about to say next might shock you, but--well, the fact is that being invisible, and unable to work and all, whenever I was hungry, I'd raid a kitchen in some swank hotel or cafe. I got more good meals that way," Roxana smacked her lips in reminiscence, "and I soon got to know which places operated under sanitary conditions, too, from the lowliest hamburger joint to the classiest restaurants. And some of those classy restaurants are the worst offenders when it comes to unsanitary kitchens. Faugh! "As for lodgings, I stay at the best hotels, sleeping in the unrented rooms. It is rather amusing, in a way. The chambermaids come in in the morning and wonder who the dickens has rumpled up the bedclothes. How do I gain entrance
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