Under the Vines:
“He’s out there after every thunderstorm.”
“After thunderstorms? The ground is still wet?” Keri was shocked. Kids did not sleep under grape vines.
“I think he likes the smell.” Mercer blanched at Keri’s stare. “We cleared away most of the crap under there and laid out a blanket.”
“But he’s in the vine, Mercer! What does Edward think he’s doing under there?”
“I’m listening.” The little boy in question entered the kitchen, covered in leaves. “To things you will never understand.” The boy’s eyes blazed a faint purple haze. “Things you will never see.”
“You’d best leave.” Said Mercer. ”Now.”