She told me to come on, that this might be the last warm night before winter. The stars were out, she said. I knew that, just by looking. You could see the Milky Way like a highway of diamonds splitting the sky. I don’t know why I hesitated. Who knows what goes through your mind. This night air is like wine, she said. I knew she was crazy and that crazy was just what I needed. She knew that, too. I tossed the bag onto the floor of the lobby and ran out into the woods, past the lights on the lawn and into the pines, following her. I loved the way she laughed.