“Are you sure this is safe?” Dinah asked, pulling her small body onto the roof with help from her older brother. Frankie chuckled as he spread out the brightly-colored blanket.
        “Never said it was.”
        “Oh,” she responded absently, scooting to the edge of the roof to look down at their small garden in the light of the street lamps.
        “Careful,” Frankie mumbled, settling himself on the blanket with his legs sticking out in front of him. He'd heard there would be a “Supermoon” in the middle of the night, where the full moon was the closest it got to the Earth in its elliptical, making it look even bigger than normal. Once he'd told Dinah, she'd insisted they go out and see it.
        She'd been obsessed with stars and astronomy for as long as Frankie could remember, and her constant talk about it had piqued his interest as well. Now, whenever something “spacey” was happening, they would grab the striped blanket and head up to the roof, the furthest they could get away from city lights some nights, and spend their time with millions of stars billions of miles away, instead of inside an empty house or huddled together under Frankie's bed (because it was bigger).
        After a few minutes of companionable silence staring up at the huge moon, Dinah spoke up again.
        “D'you know the names of the craters?” she asked. “Do they have names?”
        “I dunno,” replied Frankie, tucking both hands behind his head “Maybe.”
        “We should name them,” she declared.
        Frankie glanced over at his sister for a moment, her profile illuminated by the bright moon above and the street light below them.
        “M'kay.”
        Dinah took another moment to observe the exceptionally large moon before raising her small hand and pointing towards its middle.
        “That big one, see?” she asked, glancing at her brother to make sure he was looking as well. “It's called Dinah.”
        Frankie let out an amused bark of laughter. “Dinah? You can't name a crater after yourself!”
        Dinah, who'd started grinning, stuck her bottom lip out at him.
        “All the astronomy guys do it, so I can too!”
        He chuckled. “Alright.” Dinah dropped her arm and they quickly fell back into silence, the only sounds the wind whistling in the dry summer heat and muffled shouts of people below.              Eventually, Frankie pulled one of his hands out from behind his head and opened his mouth
again.
        “Y'know, they say there's a man on the moon if you look close enough.”
        She laughed conspiringly. “No way.” She shifted on the blanket so her head was next to Frankie's but her body was facing the other way.
        “How'd he get up there do you think?” she asked.
        He thought about it for a few seconds.
        “Maybe he just flew his spaceship up there and got stuck. Or maybe someone else sent him up there but they got him stuck.”
        “Yeah,” breathed Dinah, unblinking eyes still fixed to the sky. “Maybe they were looking for aliens.”
        “Most likely,” Frankie agreed, fingering the beaded necklace around his neck with his free hand. Dinah had made it for him when she was younger – only five! – during one night he was trying to keep his baby sister oblivious to the obvious shouting match happening down the hall. A lot of the colors had faded, but he kept in on anyways.
        “I wonder if the Moon Man lives on the Dinah crater,” mused Dinah.
        “I bet,” said Frankie. “It's big enough. He's probably very happy there.”
        “Hope he is,” said Dinah, smiling up at the sky. She blew the moon a kiss. “And if he isn't, he's welcome to live there.”