“Are you mad about the trees? You’ve been really great to me and I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.”

“I said I’d help.”

“I know that, but I need you to help from a place of joy.”

He turned back to face the front window, folded his arms across the steering wheel, then rested his head on them. He murmured something that sounded a lot like “Kill me now”, but she wasn’t exactly sure that was it.


“A place of joy?” His voice was incredulous.

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