In a secret cobwebbed part of her, she knew what he wanted from her was youth, innocence...

Young Howie writes a story even he doesn't understand...

The bottle had not kept her company like she'd told herself it had, and there were plenty of times she'd convinced herself it did just that.

A shift's a-comin'. They don't know it yet but it's comin'. A soft breeze tickles ears of corn out yonder; they sway, gently rockin'...