Joan Stephens

Strolling hand-in-hand through the dark, empty park, Vincent and Catherine were enjoying the sounds and smells of a hot, late summer night. It was new moon, and when the lights of New York blinked once and then went out completely, the stars blazed forth in all their glory.

"Oh hurry, Vincent, make a wish on the first star you see," Catherine said excitedly.

"A wish . . . ?"

"Donít you know?

ĎStar light, star bright
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.í"

She turned her face to the stars and Vincent could feel her concentration. Strangely, she hid her wish from him.

He raised his face to the heavens, glorying in the myriad of stars spread across the heavens.

When the lights finally came back on, they were seated under a large oak tree, having spent the past two hours admiring the stars and talking. She sighed sadly to see the stars lost in the bright wash of the brilliance of the city. He stood and pulled her to her feet then led her back to the tunnel threshold.

"What did you wish for, Catherine?" he asked softly.

"Oh, I canít tell you that. If I do, it wonít come true." But, she thought, I will do my darndest to see that it does.

"What did you wish for?" she asked, teasing him.

Smiling, he looked lovingly into her eyes, and gathering her closely in his arms, he replied, "Nothing. I have all I could ever wish for . . . right here . . . right now."