Caleb left for the spring semester on a Tuesday. I had stopped, by then, keeping the superstition about Tuesdays. It had served its purpose. Some superstitions are just handrails you hold in the dark until the lights come back, and when the lights come back you can let go, and you should, or you'll spend your life gripping a wall
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