“How can you be so cool about all of this?” he snapped. And he was suddenly so present, jerked angrily out of his dreaminess, that Tuesday almost told him the truth. That she wasn’t cool at all. She was a walking exposed nerve. If she looked cool, it was because cool was the only costume she had in her closet. Archie still hadn’t learned how to see through the way things appear to the way they might actually be.
