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Thomas immediately. “It’s sold out!” I cried. “I just checked the website, and the Eye of Know is sold out!”
    â€œYippee,” Thomas yawned.
    â€œDo you think they only had one in stock? Or do you think there are Eyes of Know everywhere?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Thomas said. “I’ll tell you, though, I’m so excited for you to get this stone. I’m thinking, maybe then you won’t call me at … midnight , because you’ll know that I’m asleep!”
    Then he hung up.
    And I went to bed, still feeling pretty thrilled.
    The Eye of Know.
    Was coming.

 
    4
    â€… Séances
    â€… Tea leaf readings
    â€… Ouija
    People who write about Ouija on the web have the spookiest websites. One time I accidentally left one open, and halfway through the night I could have sworn I heard whispering coming from my computer, which, needless to say, meant I spent the night sleeping in my moms’ room, curled up on the floor.
    The general consensus among communicating-with-the-dead experts seems to be that Ouija is a kind of remedial way to talk to spirits. This one site I found said that the best thing about Ouija is its clarity. So there’s all this chatter, this guy said, made up of all the souls of the universe, and the Ouija reaches out into the void and pulls out a single sound, yes or no .
    I don’t have that many dead people in my life that I’ve known, well, except for Momma Jo’s parents, who I never met but I’ve seen pictures of, mostly on vacation in places like Florida and Mexico. In most of the pictures, they are on the beach, fully clothed. Like, shoes and everything.
    â€œThat’s how old people vacation,” Momma Jo had said.
    This one time, I found an online Ouija board, where you could put your mouse in the center of the screen and ask a question.
    Call to your spirit , the site had read. If the spirit is there, he/she will answer.
    So I asked if Momma Jo’s parents were there.
    NO.
    Then I asked if my biological sperm donor was there. Because I have had this thought, from time to time, that maybe he’s dead and maybe he’s alive. And it’s weird sometimes not to know … if he is or not.
    â€œIs my biological sperm donor there—I mean, dead?” I whispered.
    NO.
    I feel a little guilty whenever I think about or talk about my bio sperm donor. There was a time when I was little, like eight or something, when I was always asking my moms about it, about what I’d called “the stuff” (i.e., sperm).
    I’d wanted to know what it looked like.
    â€œWhat what looked like?” Momma Jo asked. I think on that occasion we were waiting in line at the grocery store. “What stuff?”
    â€œ The man sperm! ” I yelled, frustrated.
    â€œ Ha! Well. Geez. You’re asking the wrong person.” Momma Jo smirked.
    It’s not like I want to find him. The donor. I don’t need to find him. He’s just there, I guess, and sometimes I step on him in my brain, kind of. Like a sock left on the floor.
    I don’t know if the Ouija thing could be taken as proof that he is alive. I guess it would depend on whether the spirits know what a biological sperm donor is.
    No one in Aunty has a clue.
    There are some people who consult various forms of spirit communication as a way of preparing for the day. There are apps that will show you your tarot reading every day, presumably so you can decide whether to take the bus or just stay home.
    It might be nice to know what’s coming your way.
    To have an app or an Eye you could touch and say, “Trouble?”
    And it would say, “Yes! Avoid the letter L at all costs. Also the letter K and anything white. And watch out for short men with facial hair.”
    Or just, “Yes! Go back to bed. Do not pass GO. Do not leave your room until you receive further instruction.”
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