Free The Night the Sky Fell by Stephen Levy Page B

positioned herself so that Tricia and Johnny would be unseen by Banks. But Tricia and Johnny were not on his mind. Banks’ emotions went into a swirl. He felt a giddiness of excitement which led to a sense of light headedness. He once looked up the word swoon so that he could further understand certain feelings that characters felt in some of their romantic scenes. He decided he was swooning. This was the first time that he was in such close physical contact with someone he liked. They locked eyes as they enjoyed the moment. Banks used all his energy to enjoy the moment and not give in to his light headedness.
    Tricia’s dance became more seductive. She tossed off her shoes and asked Johnny to unzip her dress. She slid out of it. Banks’ breathing increased as their dance continued. But when Tricia removed her brassiere and Johnny’s shirt was unbuttoned by Tricia; Banks’ breathing decreased and the swirl slowed down. He survived the swirling swoon but now he had become uncomfortable.
    Johnny and Tricia approached near nudity and the twosome kissed aggressively. Johnny guided Tricia to her bed as he pulled out a wrapped condom. Tricia took it and opened it with her teeth. Banks was in control now and stopped dancing, “Come, Ann. Let’s go to my room.”
    Meanwhile, downstairs, Julie stared at the ceiling. She appeared to be cognizant of her daughter’s actions and Ann’s thoughts. It appeared from Dassi, Murray and Stan that Julie was not in the present. She conveyed a sense of ‘elsewhere-ness.’ They wanted her input. Murray broke Julie’s trance, “Everything okay upstairs?”  
    Julie looked down to the others with a glowing smile, “Everything is fine. Everything is just the way it should be. Who wants more pie?”
      Banks led Ann to his bedroom. He felt in control or perhaps Ann let him think that. Banks pulled out a folding chair for her and gestured for her to sit.
    “I just wanted a couple of moments to be with you and to calm down. I need a few moments of silence while I catch my breath. I was feeling…dizzy”
    “Not dizzy,” Ann corrected, “But rather lightheaded. I’ve felt that all day and more so when you held me. I thought I would swoon.”
    “Swoon?” He rhetorically asked. He thought this was amazing that she used the exact word he was thinking about. There was something between them. A oneness in thought perhaps or maybe there was an emotional understanding between them. The two sat quietly for a few moments.
    Banks’ thoughts drifted. He felt a sense of victory over his uncle and his tribe. Every decision Banks made led him to this exact moment with Ann. Banks opted for modern over tradition. He wanted opulence over poverty. He wanted a white girlfriend not a Native Alaskan. Banks felt good about himself. He enjoyed his work at the blind school and he enjoyed mentoring Peyton. Life was swell. What Banks did not think about was his improved eyesight and the promise he made to get it. That could be a mistake. But right now he was would celebrate with this rich, smart girl next door. Yes Banks Blackhorse reveled in this moment.
    Banks studied Ann. She was politely silent. She gave him pause for thought. And then she uttered, “There is an eloquence to your silence.” He thought about this. He thought this was an oxymoron and then changed his mind. He laughed.
    His laugh turned to a countenance of warmth, “Do you like your life?”  
    Ann didn’t expect this. But the comment indicated that she could be real and not dumb down an answer. She arose from her chair and sat next to Banks. She looked at him with adoring eyes, “Yes and even more since you came into it.”  
    Banks glowed, “I like my life…now.” He opened his arms as she scooted in to be embraced. And as he held her gently, the twosome kissed.
    During that sweet moment, Ann discovered that this was their moment and could block Ann and Tricia from sharing her experience. It was an intuitive mental maneuver that