For a minute, there’s nothing, then a long shadow falls across the grass, caught in the lamp’s yellow light. Someone is standing around back, on the grass that separates the shed from the mudroom. Someone very tall and willowy, or made so in their shadow’s elongated cast. My breath catches, and the figure disappears.
Unfamiliar shouts outside our bedroom door awaken me to the darkness. Heavy stomps approach. Beside me, Amy doesn’t move. I sit upright in bed as the door bursts open, splitting the wood along the doorframe.
Meryl screams from her bed. Someone flips on the the light. It’s two men, dressed in black: the God Squad.
“I kiss her back. Because. . .well, she’s so present. So alive. So magnanimous. And when she is kissing me, all the death of the last week disappears.”