The Town You Couldn’t See For a moment, all Jack and Harold could do was stare at Frances. “Someone had to say it,” Frances said. “Alexander’s out of his mind.” “Well,” Jack finally said, a little sheepishly, “this Wanderville business does seem a little peculiar.” “Alexander’s seeing things that aren’t there!” Frances shot back. “Clearly he’s touched in the head. Also, he wants to start his own town. He’s about twelve years old, he’s got nothing but a barrel and a suitcase full of eggs, and he wants to start his own town.” Jack shrugged. “I don’t know. I think he’s been through a lot. After the hardship he’s seen, anyone would be a little . . . different. But he seems like he’s doing his best to survive.” Then Harold spoke up. “I like Alezzander. He’s nice, and I want to stay in Wanderville.” “It’s not a real town,”
