xlv. Moon
They're in North Carolina, visiting her family, when she finds out. He smiles at her childlike enthusiasm.
"Sam Seaborn, it's a blue moon, and I'm not going to have you spoil it for me." She makes sandwiches, and packs a picnic basket.
They sit and enjoy the glow of the moon in contrast to the dark of the night. He kisses her and calls her his Ophelia. She smiles, and leans back against him, staring up at the stars.
"Isn't this beautiful?" He opts to forgo the cliché, and shakes his head.
At her puzzled look, he replies, "It's perfect."