She knew that I was on the move, and outdoors. She pulled on my sweatshirt and ran in pursuit. The front door was standing open, a cool breeze coming through it, and when she burst through, she found me standing in the darkness, eyeing the treetops. “You seemed curious, nothing more. As if there was something up there that didn’t fit. But you didn’t look frightened, and you didn’t look as if you… intended to do anything.” “Climb, you mean.” She acknowledged that with a nod.
