He led me through the night with frightening agility and poise. I tried to match his grace but there was nothing for it: I was too clumsy. Eventually he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way.

We passed the manor, the shed and the outhouse and finally we reached the barn door. Despite my curiosity, I couldn’t help but start to nod off. The man’s running was rhythmical and therapeutic.

Moments later I heard the creaking of a door opening. Then I was gently tossed onto a pile of hay. I opened my eyes. Someone next to me was fumbling in the darkness.

“Jesus! Pa, couldn’t you have given some sort of warning?” It was the voice of an adolescent male. Dignity told me to look away as he dressed himself but I was transfixed. He shifted and the light of the moon fell on him. His skin shone in the moonlight… it took my breath away.

The little man was standing in the doorway. “Get some sleep before we talk. You sure as hell need it.” Then he was gone, and I was left alone with the beautiful boy.