C15 FIFTEEN

The Nightingale

DEREK

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;

Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

ROSE LOOKED READY to kick ass when she snuck through the woods to my car. She slunk in and ducked down. "Hurry