She’d seen it fall from the sky, an answer to a wish placed upon the first star she’d seen that night. She’d asked for her parents to stop quarreling and God had sent her the rock. It had landed in the field they rented, beside the tractor that was mortgaged, in the midst of their failed soybeans. She’d gathered it in her shirt and brought it home and put it beneath her parents bed where they slept. In the morning the place had a radiance about it and her parents would quarrel no more.