John Baines Harrington III had stopped under the sycamore one day about a month and a half after Samantha had climbed up it. The crowds no longer came, the signs were gone. The grounds crew had cleaned up all the bottles and burnt-too-short-to-use-even-with-a-roach-clip joints and the rubbers both ribbed and plain.

John had no clue Samantha was still up in the tree.