I don’t remember if walking the property at dark or socializing with the men for nighttime smoke breaks has been explicitly forbidden, but I can’t imagine it’s encouraged. An entire childhood of being yelled at for minor offenses—accidentally spilling food on a nice sweater, hitting my head in a pool because I wasn’t using my arms in a backstroke—have shaped me into a person who doesn’t take risks when it comes to following rules. I’m not about to change that now. No momentary burst of fun is worth the shame of getting in trouble.
