Chapter 5

“Maybe we can run back to the lake and get them.” Even Rosemary, Gregory can tell, doesn’t really believe there’s time. But Rosemary is all about finding solutions to problems and Rosemary wouldn’t be Rosemary if she didn’t offer at least one, no matter how implausible.

Gregory shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his denim jacket and stares down to suddenly notice how the sidewalk underneath them has a jagged crack running through it. “It’s an hour’s drive.”

Rosemary slides her arm around her husband’s waist. “Hey, I’ll make it up to you. Let’s get a bottle of good wine, spend the evening at home. We’ve got a whole shitload of George Winston CDs at home. We can have our own concert,” she offers. A tangerine moon, full, rises on the horizon. She looks up at the orb, then back at him, an impish grin playing about her freckled features. “Maybe we can take a moonlight swim.”