"That's too bad," I said, edging toward the door.
"Please listen to me. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"From your viewpoint, no," I said.
"If you'll look carefully you can see me," the voice said. "That's what bothers most people. I mean not being able to see me."
"How stupid of them to be bothered by a little thing like that," I said, trying not to gibber. But in spite of my common sense I did peer closely at the area the young man had occupied and I saw a very remarkable thing.
saw the vague, indistinct shape of the straw-haired, blue-eyed young man standing exactly where I had seen him the first time. But the effect was so uncertain and shadowy that I was hardly able to trust my eyes.
The young man seemed to blend into the background, which happened to be a desk, water cooler and wall, so evenly and completely that it was impossible to see him at all.
But even so, seeing him, however fuzzily, was a relief.