They looked at each other, and then at the door, up the steps, up at the waning moon, veiled by clouds, and finally back at each other. Jamey leaned forward, stopped, stepped closer, and then, very gently and carefully, pulled Henry close and kissed him.
* * * *
Between Atlanta and Richmond, 7:18 P.M.
Ella only briefly thought of taking wing, but she couldn’t. The alarm had sounded three times. She didn’t slow down the car; she had hours of driving left before she got to Richmond and she hadn’t even gotten to South Carolina yet. She didn’t question the protocols: the number of times the alarm had to sound, the number of warnings, the limits on the eventual hunt, the kinds of punishment that could be meted out, and the consequences for witnesses to any protocol.
She rolled down the driv
