The Night the Sky Fell

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Authors: Stephen Levy
simply shrugged his shoulders.  
    Peyton broke the pregnant pause, “Banks, tell them like you told me.”
    Banks captivated all with, “We might be able to see some now. Place your chairs in a reclining position with your feet pointed to the east.”  
    All followed suit as the circle disassembled into a row. As Banks adjusted Peyton’s seat, Peyton delivered, “Banks’ ancestors discovered the Leonids.”  
    Tricia barked, “No one is interested.”
    Ann jumped in with “I’m interested.”  
      “You could have fooled me,” said Tricia dripping sarcasm.  
    Peyton continued, “Banks’ dead father was Tlingit and his dead mother was a half breed Sioux!” Ann slowly lay supine as she sighed.
    Stan cross examined, “Your ancestors discovered the Leonids, Banks?”  
    Banks bit his lip. Peyton fired, “Tell them Banks, tell them!”  
    Banks explained to all, “In 1833, the Sioux lived in the Black Hills of South Dakota.” Tricia lost interest with a yawn as Ann’s eyes widened with interest. “On a mild November evening like this, they saw the shooting stars. They called it the Night the Sky Fell.”  
    Peyton jumped in, “The white man called it judgment day. The white man ran for cover: ‘The sky is falling! The sky is falling!’” The others laughed as they listened searching the sky above.  
    Banks continued, “Straight above us is the constellation Leo. It’s in that area one can…” Banks stops.  
    A bombardment of Leonids lit the sky! The group wowed in amazement. Julie blurted with astonishment, “My god!”  
    Peyton added, “It’s beautiful!  
    Tricia kindly corrected, “You’re blind, stupid.”  
    Ann countered, “Yes it is beautiful, you’re right, Peyton. Ann and Banks connected once again.
    Banks spoke to the group while looking directly at Ann: “Make a wish. My tribe believes if you make a wish when seeing the Leonids, your wish will come true.”  
    “Oh, that’s where that comes from,” realized Stan. Dassi whispered to Murray as she pointed to Ann. Stan glanced at Julie then closed his eyes.  
    Julie stared at Peyton and said, “I wish, I wish—”
    Banks warned, “No you mustn’t say it out loud.” Julie turned to Peyton, then guzzled gin. Dassi and Murray locked hands and shut their eyes. Ann doted on Banks then her eyes closed. Peyton and Banks shut their eyes simultaneously.  
    And Tricia whispered, “A red Acura convertible, brand new, duh.”

    At this point all eight had their eyes closed. They could not see a fiery meteorite speed right toward them. At the last instant before impact, it disintegrated.  
    Later, as the group cleaned the backyard, Julie and Peyton approached Banks. Ann stood within earshot. Julie took Banks arm, “Please come over for Thanksgiving…that is of course if your tribe doesn’t mind.”  
    Ann took Banks’ other hand, “Please say yes, Banks.” Tricia checked out Banks’ holding hands with her mother and her BFF.  
    Julie walked over to the Abrams’ as Ann continued, “You seem to hide your Native Alaskan heritage instead of embracing it.”  
    “And you’re proud of your heritage?” Banks retorted. Ann smiled. Banks continued, “Yes, I will come here for Thanksgiving if you’re here.”
    Stan, Tricia and Peyton waved goodbye to Banks and climbed the stairs. Julie escorted Banks to the front door. She handed him the Braille book that Peyton borrowed; but, she does not let go of the book as he attempted to take it. She stared at his eyes. Instantly she understood all in this moment of realization.
    She exhilarated, “It’s the eye drops! They made your vision better.” Banks attempted to release the book but Julie clenched it tight. “Peyton and I have made the medical circuit from Seattle to Los Angeles. No one could help…anyone except you. I pray to God every day for help for my son. Don’t you see, Banks, you’re the answer to my prayers. This is bigger than us. This is bigger than the

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