Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts

by Kate Racculia

Looking at the white bear-mop of a dog sitting in the middle of so much darkness was like looking straight at the sun. “Where are its eyes?” whispered Dex. “I don’t know.” She’d pushed her sunglasses into her hair on the stoop, but slid them back down. “But I don’t think you should be trying to make eye contact.”

“All humans are filing cabinets,” she said finally. “Some are just better organized than others.”

“Don’t cheat your friendships. Don’t ask them to mean less to you than they do, or think they only have value if they’re a stop on the way to a real relationship.” Dorry rolled her eyes. “All relationships are real,” said Tuesday. “Friendship can be as deep as the ocean. It’s all a kind of love, and love isn’t any one kind of thing.”