Grape Juice in the Moonlight

Ten Years Ago:

That sound wasn’t like anything she had ever heard, even in movies. It lasted for a long time before it was cut off, like someone hitting the stop button on a song right in the middle. Lexi’s body stiffened; her hands flew over her mouth to hold in a cry of her own. Her wide eyes stared out the window at the giant moon.

If that yell came from Tina, she might be in trouble. And if she was in trouble, Lexi had to hurry…

She ran up the two flights of stairs and into the short hallway that led from the basement to the family room, past the tall window, through the living room to the entry where the front door was standing open.

The air was just starting to turn cold. Lexi stepped slowly out onto the front porch, her nose filled with the smell of alfalfa. Holding her hands tight together up in front of her chest, she took slow steps down the porch stairs.