Jamie turned away, but I could see the tears in her eyes. It was the first time I’d ever
seen her cry. I think part of me wanted to cry, too.
“I’m not asking you to do it for me,” she said softly, “I’m really not, and if you say
no, I’ll still pray for you. I promise. But if you’d like to do something kind for a wonderful
man who means so much to me … Will you just think about it?”
Her eyes looked like those of a cocker spaniel that had just messed on the rug. I
looked down at my feet.
“I don’t have to think about it,” I finally said. “I’ll do it.”
I really didn’t have a choice, did I?