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The Light She Promised
Maya had made one promise, and Leo was not going to forget it. At breakfast he put his spoon down and said, "Tonight. A real planet. Not a picture." Maya had said yes on a clear morning, when she felt sure of herself. Now the evening was here, and a thin cloud sat over the city.
They took their coats to the balcony after dinner. The street below was noisy, and the windows across the road were bright. Leo looked up, then at his sister. "I only see lamps," he said.
"Give it a minute," Maya said. She had checked a simple sky chart that morning. The chart put Jupiter low in the sky, brighter than the stars near it. She did not want to recite every planet. Leo had heard that list at school. He wanted one light he could point at and call by its name.