The Stancias' House

The Stancias' HouseI had the car backed halfway down the drive, past the portulacas, when my father yelled, "Hoy!" from the side porch and then vaulted over the rail and held up both hands like an operetta policeman.I put on the brakes. Everything was shining in the summer evening. There's a wild feeling in the air, those times, with the world flowering at its height; it looked to me that the grass leaped a special green, that the moon -- you could see just a happy edge of it in the sk...