“I want you to concentrate, but not too much, obviously,” Melchior said.
Clint was reminded of Marlene Dietrich, especially having seen her wearing top hat and tails. All that was missing was the cigarette hanging louche from Melchior’s mouth. He nodded.
The library in Melchior’s museum was an unusual place to practice being seen. But then Melchior was a famous magician, he couldn’t just walk down the street talking to himself with a flickering cowboy, now could he?
“You need to keep a picture of yourself in your mind,” Melchior added.
Clint formed a picture of himself, making sure to keep the details too. His hat for instance. He thought hard, trying to make the image real. It strung together in front of him, like it was made of strands of plastic. He stepped into the plastic which wr
