ABSTRACT
The 12-inch Cassegrain telescope sat fat in Frank’s yard pointed to the sky. Frank was ready, bending the eyepiece to see the night in its true star-flung luster. He cast the scope slowly scanning the firmament. The 8 pm sky was a heavy blue, mottled with thin clouds and high pricks of light. It was beautiful. But Frank couldn’t take beautiful to his wife and give her any sense of being here. He couldn’t do anything for Irene now. Just wait.
