“No, not that one, ass. I know what the moon is.”

James Sant They soon lay back on the sleeping bag and stared up at the stars. “That’s Polaris, the bright one. And can you see the stars that look like a cup, with a handle? That’s the saucepan.”

“What’s the other real bright one?”

“That’s the moon.”

“No, not that one, ass. I know what the moon is.” She laughed and liked it when Ramon teased her. She rested her head on his chest and he could smell her hair. She wasn’t trying anything with him now, and it felt good; felt good for the human contact without a lot of drama and performing and expectation. It was good to have Hilola so close and not doing anything but enjoying the night. She pointed again. “That one.”

“Oh, that’s Vega.”

“They’re beautiful, ain’t they, Ramon?” She pressed herself against him and held his hand. “I been on this earth for a long time, ain’t never noticed till now, how beautiful they are.” Allingham; Desperate Ride