The day I felt like a little sister the sky changed from periwinkle to the color of soot in a matter of moments. I run through the pumpkin fields after that red-haired boy, who some years later isn't even real enough to put in my pocket. I run until my lungs fill with ice and confusion throbs on my temple. I finally see him, lying flat on his back with clumps of dirt sticking to his ears. My toes touch the bottoms of his feet and he says to me, "You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from." And raindrops fall onto us--he floats in a pool of mud.