School is out. It is time for life lessons. I have always loved learning. I did not have the same affection for school. The regimented structure of education bored me. The human element intrigued me. Air conditioning was not common in schools when I was a student. Multiple fans were the norm both at school and at home. We attended into June, and it was hot. I was wondering what Daniel Boone or Frankenstein were doing with their summer.

‘Let’s go to the movies,’ Chet said. ‘There is a double bill playing of Frankenstein and Dracula,’ Chet grinned. ‘Nothing compares with Halloween in June,’ Chet laughed. ‘Once I fell asleep and dreamed that Frankenstein walked out of the silver screen and asked me which way to the Men’s Rest Room,’ Chet winked. ‘When he returned, he had bought me a Coke and a bag of popcorn,’ Chet observed. ‘Frank is not a bad fellow, and he has a wicked sense of humor,’ Chet said. ‘He told me that he had to get away from his wife as she had a loud voice,’ Chet said. ‘He wondered if he could bunk with me for a night or two and said that he had cigars for both of us,’ Chet chuckled. ‘Cigar Good.’ Frankenstein said with a wide, open-mouthed grin.

‘Chet and I are buddies,’ Frank said. ‘It is so much fun at his house that I have yet to return to the Missus,’ Frank observed. ‘Chet and I eat Oscar Mayer Wieners out of the package and then smoke a stogie,’ Frank noted. ‘I sent a postcard to the wife and told her that I was away on business and would return in the fall after school starts,’ Frank said as he blew smoke rings. ‘I have been reading Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson and Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne,’ Frank said. ‘I have learned much,’ Frank offered.

‘So are we in your dream, Chet or is this really happening, as Rosemary will say in a few years in Rosemary’s Baby?’ Jane asked? ‘What about Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, have you read it, Frank?’ Jane asked. ‘I am reading it now as it was referred to me by Mary Shelly,’ Frankenstein noted with a wide smile.

‘I like Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll,’ Invisible Man offered. ‘The through-the-Looking-Glass world of the narrative reminds me of how I feel knowing that no one sees me,’ IM explained. ‘No matter what my needs are, they are ignored by those around me as if I am not in their midst,’ IM said. ‘I stood in the Commodities Line with many poor people and watched as the workers threw the food at them and treated them less than human, and I understood their suffering,’ IM noted. ‘When I picked up a brick of government cheese and it appeared to be floating on its own, the workers fled and I laughed heartily,’ IM said. ‘Really, we invisible people have little recourse but to protest our inhumane treatment,’ IM offered.

‘Let’s eat,’ Neva J announced. ‘Gracing our table today is Frankenstein and the Invisible Man, along with Rosie and Abigail, who many refer to as ‘One Eye’ due to her missing eye,’ Neva J said. ‘Today there are no kings nor crowns, just good people that have been unseen and unheard for too long,’ Neva J said through tears.