“Oh, look. A full moon.” She tips her head back and grins in the crisp air of the windless night as I descend the driveway to the desolate street. “Did you know that a white moon cycle results in higher rates of boy babies? That’s when you’re ovulating during a full moon.” “I haven’t ovulated during a full moon, but sometimes I turn into a werewolf.” She giggles. “I would love that so much. Calvin the werewolf.”
