I managed to catch the anchovy I wanted. But before that, I caught something else.
A jellyfish!
Running along the beach, breathing the salty air, feeling the ocean breezes in your hair -- I really can't describe it.
"Ari, you have to totally promise me that you will not tell anybody."
She laughed. "What are best friends for?" she asked.
I went into detail how when I broke curfew as a teenager, I hadn't been out partying like most kids. I was either in the library or the catacombs beneath the cemetery. I told her how I'd been speaking to the ghosts of my aunt and grandparents.
"Vanna, if you like that kind of thing, you shouldn't be trying to hide it," Ari said. "That's what I was telling you. You can't hide what you like, it's gonna come out anyway."
"I know -- but -- I mean, dad is gonna be freaked out if he finds out his daughter spends more time talking to ghosts than live people."
"I've heard the cemetery is hiring folks," Ari suggested. "Have you thought about actually working there?"
"Oh, gosh, no, never really thought about it. I had the bookstore job, which I liked, but I got bored with it after awhile --"
"Think about it, Vanna. Most of us are afraid to go in there, you're not."
"There's not too much that scares me, actually," I told her. "I was doing the catacombs when I was a child. I'm an old pro at it."
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