Sylvia sighed. "I wish there were other things you could fix besides people and furniture. Intangibles."
"Like broken hearts, maybe?"
She smiled. "Maybe."
"I'll try," I said, and I concentrated.
Just then, the telliebell rang and Tim, being youngest, went to answer it. When he came back, he was smiling. "For you, Sylvie. Lennie."
"Lennie!" Sylvia yelped joyously. She ran toward the tellie, dashed back, planted a wet kiss on my cheek, and scurried off to the booth.
"Well, gosh!" Danny said.
"Maybe it's going to be all right," Tim said, precognizing hard. "Power doesn't necessarily corrupt."
"You could make that part of your service, Kev," Danny suggested. "Mending broken hearts, I mean, not corrupting. Hey, where are you going?"
"To catch a helibus," I said. "There's a broken heart that needs fixing immediately. And it's for me, so nothing for nothing still goes."