Lyle looked at Tuesday, and Tuesday looked back. She didn’t know Lyle, not really. Not from the details she’d found in her research, not from the brunch they’d shared, and not from this fifteen-minute interview. Lyle didn’t know her either. They were their own selves, separate humans living separate lives. But they were aligned nonetheless, linked inextricably, and not just by the death of Vincent Pryce but because all lives are linked, all the world is one tremendous story.
