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wouldn’t stop. “I can’t see you, either.”
    “What happened?” Lefty cried. I could feel him tug at my invisible arm.
    “I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “It worked before. I clicked off the light
and I was back.”
    I gazed into the mirror. No reflection. Nothing.
    No me. No Lefty.
    I stood there, staring at the spot where our reflections should be, frozen
with fear. I was glad Lefty couldn’t see me because I wouldn’t want him to see
how frightened I looked.
    “Try it again, Max,” he whined. “Please. Hurry!”
    “Okay,” I said. “Just try to stay calm, okay?”
    “Stay calm? How?” Lefty wailed. “What if we never get back? What if no one can ever see us again?”
    I suddenly felt so sick. My stomach just sort of heaved.
    Get a grip, I told myself. You’ve got to keep it together, Max. For
Lefty’s sake.
    I stretched up for the light chain, but it seemed to be out of my reach.
    I tried again. Missed.
    And then suddenly, I was back. And so was Lefty.
    We could see each other. And we could see our reflections in the mirror.
    “We’re back !” We both shouted it in unison.
    And then we both fell on the floor, laughing. We were so relieved. So happy.
    “Ssshh!” I grabbed Lefty and shoved my hand over his mouth. I just remembered
it was the middle of the night. “If Mom and Dad catch us up here, they’ll kill
us,” I warned, whispering.
    “Why did it take so long for us to come back?” Lefty asked, turning serious,
gazing at his reflection.
    I shrugged. “Beats me.” I thought about it. “Maybe if you stay invisible
longer, it takes longer for you to get back,” I suggested.
    “Huh? What do you mean?”
    “The first time I went invisible,” I told him, “it was only for a few
seconds. And I came back instantly, as soon as I clicked off the light. But
tonight—”
    “We stayed invisible a lot longer. So it took longer to come back. I get it,” Lefty said.
    “You’re not as dumb as you look,” I said, yawning.
    “ You are!” he snapped back.
    Feeling totally exhausted, I started to lead the way out of the tiny room,
motioning for Lefty to follow me. But he hesitated, glancing back at his
reflection in the mirror.
    “We have to tell Mom and Dad about the mirror,” he whispered thoughtfully.
    “No way!” I told him. “No way we’re telling them. If we tell them about it,
they’ll take it away. They won’t let us use it.”
    He stared at me thoughtfully. “I’m not sure I want to use it,” he said
softly.
    “Well, I do,” I said, turning at the doorway to look back at it. “I want to
use it just one more time.”
    “What for?” Lefty asked, yawning.
    “To scare Zack,” I said, grinning.
     
    Zack couldn’t come over until Saturday. As soon as he arrived, I wanted to
take him up to the attic and give him a demonstration of the mirror’s powers.
    Mainly, I wanted to scare the life out of him!
    But Mom insisted that we sit down for lunch first. Canned chicken noodle soup
and peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches.
    I gulped my soup as fast as I could, not bothering to chew the noodles. Lefty kept giving me meaningful glances across the
table. I could see that he was as eager as I was to scare Zack.
    “Where’d you get that haircut?” my mom asked Zack. She walked around the
table, staring at Zack’s head, frowning. I could tell she hated it.
    “At Quick Cuts,” Zack told her after swallowing a mouthful of peanut butter
and jelly. “You know. At the mall.”
    We all studied Zack’s haircut. I thought it was kind of cool. The way it was
buzzed so short on the left, then hung down long on the right.
    “It’s different, all right,” my mom said.
    We all could tell she hated it. But I guess she thought she was covering up
by calling it different. If I ever came home with a haircut like that,
she’d murder me!
    “What did your mom say about it?” she asked Zack.
    Zack laughed. “Not much.”
    We all laughed. I kept glancing up at the clock. I was