Still Crying Over Honey

Astra came home from a presentation on UFOs. Before she came inside, she stood in the driveway looking at the full moon.

Wolf Moon, in Leo. The lion, the cat.

I pretended to be asleep while she came inside and hid behind the curtain, staring at the dark wall. Crying over Honey.

It could be the moon. It could be PMS. It could be some other unexplained phenomenon. Or it could just be that she misses Honey that much.

How long is it going to hurt for?