But he gave my face a playful slap. “Wake up.”
“Oh, if only…” I whined—so much I wanted to say, but I didn’t get the chance.
“You know…” He gazed through the trees to lawn and garden, thinking, “If you wanted to be really daring, you’d grab your dress and dodge the lights.”
I looked toward the house some two hundred yards away. The lights still glittered from the inside, but only the normal security lights were on in the yard. The shadows were long and deep—I’d played hide-and-seek inside those shadows when I was a kid.
“I bet I can make it,” I declared, suddenly feeling quite brave and giddy.
“Then get going,” he ordered with a gentle shove.
I dashed to the stone bench, snatched my dress and made my way, practically dancing, to the crest of the hill. I looked back once, seeing
