The Darkest Eyes
Dancing Moonlight
Follow your path
Will descended the stairs of the small plane and found herself under a lavish sunset. The Upper Peninsula airport that marked the end of her long flight was as different from the Chicago hub as a place where travelers landed could be.
The air felt cool and clean. Small craft were scattered hither and yon like a fleet of toys. A group of skydivers trotted across a grassy field toward a plane waiting anxiously on an airstrip to complete the day’s last haul. Will felt a prickling desire to join them, but she turned, with an air of resignation, toward the tiny terminal.
Polly’s face was a mask of studied nonchalance as she met her sister. Will reflected that the expression must have taken days to achieve. No doubt she had tried on more honest reactions to her dubious homecoming — disappointment, frustration, pity, contempt — and found them too harsh for her delicate features.
The moment that bitter observation crossed her mind, Will realized she was once again projecting her self-loathing on the innocent. Polly’s careful neutrality was a sure sign that she expected it.
The sisters embraced and kissed lightly, each reining in the intense emotions that threatened to bring down the crayon-lit sky. They bustled about, loading luggage and…
