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Danny
was
still
awake
long
after
his
parents
’
false
sleep
had
become
the
real
thing
He
rolled
in
his
bed
,
twisting
the
sheets
,
grappling
with
a
problem
years
too
big
for
him
,
awake
in
the
night
like
a
single
sentinel
on
picket
.
And
sometime
after
midnight
,
he
slept
too
and
then
only
the
wind
was
awake
,
prying
at
the
hotel
and
hooting
in
its
gables
under
the
bright
gimlet
gaze
of
the
stars
.
I
see
a
bad
moon
a
-
rising
.
I
see
trouble
on
the
way
.
I
see
earthquakes
and
lightnin
’
I
see
bad
times
today
.
Don
’
t
go
’
round
tonight
,
It
’
s
bound
to
take
your
life
,
There
’
s
a
bad
moon
on
the
rise
.
Someone
had
added
a
very
old
Buick
car
radio
under
the
hotel
truck
’
s
dashboard
,
and
now
,
tinny
and
choked
with
static
,
the
distinctive
sound
of
John
Fogerty
’
s
Creedence
Clearwater
Revival
band
came
out
of
the
speaker
.
Wendy
and
Danny
were
on
their
way
down
to
Sidewinder
.
The
day
was
clear
and
bright
.
Danny
was
turning
Jack
’
s
orange
library
card
over
and
over
in
his
hands
and
seemed
cheerful
enough
,
but
Wendy
thought
he
looked
drawn
and
tired
,
as
if
be
hadn
’
t
been
sleeping
enough
and
was
going
on
nervous
energy
alone
.
