Beschrijving

It was a hot night in July and the moon was so swollen it could almost blind you if you stared right at it. It was a beautiful blue evening. The young couple was entwined in each other’s arms in the back of a car that was parked at Lookout Park, the highest point in the city of Davenport, Iowa. The lookout was a landmark; you could see all the way across the Mississippi River to Illinois. The Centennial Bridge was a twinkling arc across the inky black sky. An old-fashioned riverboat that looked like a wedding cake floated down the river. The steady churning of the paddles could entice even the fussiest baby to sleep but the Dixieland music and laughter tumbling from inside would keep you awake until dawn. The young couple had just seen \