It was Monday morning, and Zach was excited. He had offered to drive Thea to the Spring Valley Hospice Center, so she could fill out the paperwork allowing her to volunteer there. When Zach arrived at her home, he found Thea sitting in a rattan chair on the front porch, waiting for him. She waved to him as he exited his truck and jogged to the porch.
“Have you had breakfast?” Zach asked her.
“No, I’m too nervous to eat. Which I know is silly because the paperwork is just a formality. But still, I am, and that means I have no appetite at all. It also means that I talk a lot,” Thea giggled.
Zach shook his head and said, “That will not do at all. What sounds good? Name it, and it is yours.”
Thea laughed, “What are you going to do? Wave a magic wand and make it appear?”
“No, but that wou
