Then Constance laughed, and I laughed, and for a minute I saw Charles in the car turn his head quickly, as though he had heard us laughing, but the car started, and drove off down the driveway, and we held each other in the dark hall and laughed, with the tears running down our cheeks and echoes of our laughter going up the ruined stairway to the sky. “I am so happy,” Constance said at last, gasping. “Merricat, I am so happy.” “I told you that you would like it on the moon.”
