Chapter Nine
There was a full moon in the clear sky, clear only enough to see the shining orb, for there was an ever present mist in the sultry summer sky. Mackenzie walked barefoot through the dewy lawn watching lightening bugs dance erratically like tiny earthbound stars. Crickets sang, and frogs belched back and forth from trees to bushes, to the swampy creek edge just beyond the plantation house’s green grass.
“You like this place?” she heard Kevin behind her. Here she thought she’d snuck out without being noticed while the men were smoking cigars in the study, arguing uselessly about some unimportant historical facts about the Civil War. They both claimed a knowledge of that piece of history, each, of course, from a different point of view. Kevin McLeod was a perpetual Yankee
