
At night they met on the crag of Warren’s field, behind the patch of pine trees. Nick found the place. They drank beer there and tossed stones over the ledge into the sea; just the three of them under the moon. Christy often drank too much. She had a wild streak, too. When the humid summer came, she incited them to streak around the field. It wasn’t like Jen to do that, but she went along. And when the making out followed, she hated Christy for ruining it all–ruining the night under the moon in the naked air.