Call Me Tuesday Novels & Stories

Cal said lamely. “Got any better ideas, Ms. Debbie Downer?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “None. I guess we may have a chance, tomorrow is Saturday, so the strip should be busy.” Callie said. “It’s settled then,” I said. “I hope this isn’t a trap.” Callie groaned.

Tony “You’re supposed to stop the Q-Tip when you feel resistance, jackass,” I say into the phone. “When I say Tuesday, I mean fucking Tuesday, not next Thursday.” “Sorry, Mr. Bellini,” the importer on the other end of the line mutters. “I guess I heard you wrong. But I can’t—” “Can’t,” I repeat. “Last guy who used the word ‘can’t’ with me didn’t live long enough to regret it. So, my cars? On Tuesday?”

Maybe Mama Sebastian was right about paranoia. We walked back toward the mansion slowly. Near the back steps, Adrian stopped. “So Poppy has to go to the family office on Tuesday?” I stopped too. Not much. Just one step. But enough. Adrian looked at me. I didn’t answer right away. Tuesday. Hazel had Tuesday. Adrian had Thursday. I had never mentioned any day to him. Even when we talked about security earlier, I had only said there was a procedure that might need to happen sometime this week.

I needed to make a call… Tapping on my phone app, I dialled Mr Alonso, I rolled my eyes disgustingly when he picked on the first ring, Disgusting people pleasers. ["Hello Mr Troy," His voice rang from the other end of the line. "To what do I owe this awesome honour if your call?" ["Prepare for a meeting with the Russian client. I will be leaving in two days," I muttered, ["Two days? On such short notice, it might be a little hard to get the client to agree with us, please reconsider the date…" He pleaded, I could feel distressed in his voice,

The city outside the window was going quietly toward midnight. In three hours she’d be in the studio and he’d be in the lobby of an empty building and the show would start and at two in the morning he’d call her, but this time it would be different, this time he’d know the weight of her hand and the way her face looked in warm coffee shop light. “Tuesday,” he said. She smiled. The one from the headshot, the one from the radio, the one from right here. “Tuesday,” she said. THE END

I boldly replied, mimicking a superhero's voice "So ... When are we storming WSU?" "Saturday perhaps, so we could use Sunday in preparation for Monday, which is the main deal" I replied her "That's fine with me, just triple check to make sure you're with everything, bye see you then" She said and hung up.

“Let me set up those interviews. And Eva? If you ever need to talk about work, about anything—I’m here.” “Thank you.” I stand on shaking legs. He stands too, and we’re close now, close enough that I can smell his cologne. Expensive. Sophisticated. “Tuesday,” he says. “Next week. I’ll have my assistant call you.” “Okay.” I walk out of the café in a daze. When I get to my car, I sit behind the wheel for ten minutes, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my mind racing. What the fuck am I doing?

"I have Monday at 2 PM, Tuesday at 10 AM, or Thursday at 3 PM. Which works best for you?" "Tuesday," I said too fast. "I mean, Tuesday at 10 AM works. That's good." "Perfect," she said. "I'll email you the details. Looking forward to speaking with you, Ms. Vale." “Same. Thank you.” I hung up and stared at my phone. I have an interview tomorrow. I have an actual interview with an actual law school. Sophie appeared next to me, her eyes wide. "What happened? You look like you saw a ghost."

She turns forty in the second life on a Tuesday in October, which is, Ethan says, exactly the right day. "You always say Tuesday," she says. "Tuesdays are when things that matter happen," he says. "I have empirical evidence." "The Eixample office." "Among other things."

Tessa Tuesday was Pete’s day, and he’d asked me to meet him that evening. I really wanted to meet one of the men in person, so I agreed. I’d hoped to meet each man in order, just to have something like a timeline for them, but needs must and all that.