Jenny listened to the vast night, the birds and grass and stones and water and stars and bones and flesh of this night. Jenny wanted to tell Aunt Diane of her great sadness for not being a part of this night, for being something despised and feared on this plane of existence.
But that was not what Aunt Diane wanted to hear, of course.
Jenny leaned over and kissed Aunt Diane tenderly on the cheek. "That's what I am, Aunt Diane," Jenny said, "a perfectly normal little girl."
After a time they went back to the cabin, where Aunt Diane made buttery popcorn and began laughing once more, the way she used to.