The cat found us in our sleeping bags. Little girl beside me sucking her thumb. I hummed to the cat and the girl. Stars disappearing. Us on the porch corner. We’d been sent out. Where the wind was. She for laughing. Me for making her laugh. Then the wind. Plunk of rain. Always raining in New England. Unbearable rain and green. She said, we’ll get wet. We move back to the wall. She said, We’ll have to sleep all night with our backs against the wall. I said, We live our whole lives with our backs against the wall. She said, What if the stars come out? I said, Even then.