I told Rose the women in our family have always been able speak to the dead. It’s very simple. God made many pathways into heaven. He pierced holes where the light leaks back down to Earth. We see these and call them stars. Taking walks in the starlight makes our senses raw. And we can hear and see and feel our ancestors. They’re always among us, traveling back and forth by starlight. It’s a kind of magic, my madre told me. Star magic is the oldest sort. It’s how humans became something a little different from animals.
