I woke up to the light of dad’s car as he pulled into the driveway. So as not to wake my mom in the next room, I quietly went downstairs to the front door. My mom was already there. She quickly motioned for me to get down as she whispered, “I already called the cops.”
And thus the moon died.
Not with a bang but with the passing of tiny moon fireflies.
The things I did for money out weigh what I did for love.