I think she’s coming down with something because it’s not like her to have a nap after dinner. Our plan of simple salad and ham steaks with pineapple turned into much more, including dessert, and now I’m full and content. More content than I’ve felt in a long time. “It’s just common sense,” Luke says, staring up at the stars. “How do you mean?” “Well, just look at it.” He points up at the stars and I lean my head against the back of the chair to take in the black and deep purple of the night sky. It feels like we’re under a huge, black bowl, and the stars are holes, letting the light in. It’s quiet out here, and the longer I look up, the more I get this strange feeling that someone is out there, somewhere, looking back at me. “How can something as large as that, as dense and as endless, have just one planet with intelligent lifeforms? There has to be more. There just has to be.” He has a point. We sit in contemplative silence for several long moments. “The stars are the one true thing we can count on,”
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