“Use your glasses or the light will damage your eyes.” Dad pulled the glasses down from my head. “That’s the moon blocking the sunlight. Soon we’ll be in total darkness.”
“Like nighttime?” I asked.
“Like when Bobby died?”
“What?” Dad blinked like he didn’t hear.
“Mama said when Bobby died, there was total darkness.”
“That’s different.” Dad swallowed. “She wasn’t talking about sunlight. She was talking about…mood. Our sadness made it dark.”
I watched the light fade, the sky turning from powder blue to inky black.
“So will it be like this forever now? Will it always be night?”