Home, I shouted as we passed the farm. I don’t know what I’m saying. It was due to the combination of wind and speed acting on my brain. But neither Carlton nor my father questioned it. We passed through a living silence. At that time, I was sure that we all had the same dream. I looked up to see that the moon, clear and fixed in a thanksgiving blue sky, was actually following us. It wasn’t long before Carlton jumped up again, screaming into the air in front of him, and Dad and I pulled him down again, back to his seat.