The Night of the Reptile
"So many years have gone by," Richard said, leaning back in his chair. "Do you remember the night of the wolf, Brian?"
"Yes," I said with a smile, recalling the night.
We were fourteen then. We had set up a tent and we were sitting inside. Night had fallen. It was a night in August. Richard had just finished a bowl of cereal that his mother had brought to our tent, much to Richard’s embarrassment, and I was searching my pockets for a lighter, when we heard the g