He thinks he's being funny. The sound gradually increases on the iPod deck, the rhythmic bass of Steeler's Wheel echo off the bare walls. My brother turns to me and grins.
I am invisible. It's true. I don't have special powers or a magical cloak or anything like that. It's just my skin. My plain, boring, ordinary skin. It doesn't make me stand out it in a crowd.
You're at your daughter's wedding and nothing has gone right. The flowers were all wrong. The dresses were late. The Best Man lost the ring while screwing the Maid of Honor in a closet.