While I think it will be rare for humans to make this wish, let us embrace the choice when they do.
24
A Messy Knot
I unlocked the consignment shop on Saturday morning. Even though Mom had taken me completely off the schedule, the intern was uncomfortable with opening the store by herself.
Once I was certain that Beasley was okay, I returned to the parking lot. Grant waited by my car.
“Why are you here? Is it good news? Can you help Scott?”
His brow creased, as if in painful concentration. “The League rejected your request.”
“Why?”
“They fear it might set a precedent that would become unmanageable.”
I leaned against the SUV, my feet scuffing aimlessly against gravel. I’d really hoped that this would work out. I wanted things fixed for Scott. Partially because I felt responsible for his shoulder. Partially because he was a nice guy who deserved to succeed. And partially because... Just because. “Thanks for trying.”
“I’m allowed to complete one wish for him. Perhaps you will make it today.”
“I’ll have to ask Scott first.”
“Naturally.”
I checked the time. Only ten AM. “Let’s go.”
I texted Scott with the news.
Grant’s coming with me to the Miltons. You’ll have 2 free helpers today if you want
I was halfway there before I received a response.
I’m here already
Scott was standing on the patio with Mrs. Milton when we arrived. He made sure we all knew each other and then waited for the client to leave before walking toward his truck.
“Have you done landscaping before, Grant?” Scott asked as he retrieved the plans.
“Often. I say with all humility that I am quite good.”
“He means it,” I added. “He did Lacey’s whole yard by himself, and it still looks great.”
Scott shrugged, unconvinced, but he was desperate enough to get help wherever he could.
We would amaze him.
Grant tapped a finger against the plans. “Perhaps you could give me a brief description of the overall project.”
I listened while Scott discussed the major features. Grant asked a lot of questions, which must have been intelligent enough to relax Scott, because their conversation became more technical as the minutes passed. I sat down on a low stone wall that bordered the parking area.
Scott waved me over. “I’m taking Grant out to the wedding site. Want to join us?”
“Sure.” The guys continued to talk as they strode down the trail, stopping often to gesture at the trees and forest floor. When we reached the clearing, their discussion grew even more animated.
Scott led us to the low bluff overlooking the river. There were several holes that looked like they were filled with concrete.
“This is where the gazebo will sit. My crew got the pilings poured yesterday.” He faced the water, shoulders hunched. “I’d planned to prep the rest of this section by myself.”
