TENHONEY FOUND HERSELF LOST and afraid in the middle of a field of tall corn, calling Leonard’s name. The moon was nearly full but its light couldn’t help her see anything but six-foot corn stalks. She was eighteen years old again. She was dreaming.
“Leonard!” she screamed. “Stop playing games. You’re frightening me.”
A tremendous rustling in the rows of corn behind made her turn around quickly. She felt like some beast of the night was about to devour her. She knew what was going on, but that didn’t stop her heart from pounding in her chest.
Leonard popped out of the corn with a big laugh and wrapped his strong, young arms around her. She struggled only momentarily before relaxing into the warmth of his embrace and the excitement of his kiss. They were young and in love and alone. The
