The three of us walked up to the two large piles of tree branch errata that awaited a future burning day and a burn permit. My mother reminded me, upon agreeing to print out signs months from now, that I was trying to watch my level of commitment.
Steve then looked at me and shared his concerns in saying no.
“You know, I can relate to this problem, and what I do, is I give people my wish.”
“Your wish?” I asked.
“Gosh, I wish I could do that for you…” pausing for a moment, touching my shoulder with the palm of his hand, “but I can’t.”
Ah, you could still give them something from nothing — emotion.