18
Ginny
Liam and I lie in the grass in his yard and look up at the stars. The sky is inky black and clear. The moon is a small crescent and the stars shine brilliant white. It looks like there are thousands of them tonight.
“Are the stars the same in California?” I ask. The sound of crickets picks up, crescendos then quiets down again.
“In LA? No.” I wonder if he looked at the sky when he was there last week.
“Why not?”
“You can’t see them. Not like this. Ursa Major.” He points up at the constellation. “Ursa Minor. Cepheus. Cassiopeia. Draco.”
I smile and try to make out where he points. “How do you know the constellations?”
“Liam Stone’s an astronomer. I learned them for the role.”
“Right. I forgot.” His superhero character was an astronomer before he gained his cosmic powers th
