Would you like to see some magic?” I said, gazing at them through my eyebrows. They looked at each other in wonder.
“I guess,” one of them said.
I took a silver dollar between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and passed it into my right, closing it into a fist.
“Which hand do you think it’s in?” I asked them.
“Your right,” they said.
I opened my right hand—the coin was gone! They looked to my left hand, still clenched into a fist.
“The thing is,” I whispered, “it’s not in my left hand either.”
“Can we see?” they asked.
“Why, cause you wanna marry it?” I said, before putting the hand into my pocket.
They rolled their eyes and walked off, completely bewildered.
THE SECRET: The coin was in my left hand the whole time!