“I hope things are always like this,” she said. “If there was a falling star that would be all I’d wish for.” Then she’d kissed me, a kiss that promised more that night after we put Janie to bed. But there wasn’t any falling star that afternoon and there ain’t one tonight. I suddenly wish Janie was here, because if she was I’d go inside and lay down beside her. I’d stay there all night just listening to her breathe. You best get used to it, a voice in my head says. There’s coming lots of nights you’ll not have her in the same place as you, maybe not even in the same town. I look up at the sky
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