"Olive moved it."
"What?" The cold slapped my face and sharpened me a bit. One flat rectangle of moonlight lay on the grass. I was moving toward Adonie's truck. We were. I felt her shoulders under my arm and her arms about me. It was impossible but it felt like Adonie was nearly carrying me, getting me to her truck. "Here," she said. "Sit. Watch your head." Her hands guided me. Then she was folding a quilt about me tucking it around my shoulders and close about my feet. For a moment her palm rested against the side of my face.