That time alone in the dark, time alone with her self, traveling near and far through books, living in her mind, was what gave her the strength to go out and live in the real world. And there was no place on earth like a city for being alone. That was why she moved to Boston in the first place: no one there knew, when she first arrived, that she was Tuesday Mooney and that for a while she had talked to ghosts. The city had remade her into a glorious unknown, and she had enjoyed, for years, the perfect company of strangers.
