“So what do you do?′ she asked. ‘I sneak around at night, well, usually at night, and gather coins out of fountains’, I said slowly, watching her face for judgement. She burst into laughter. ‘Like spare change? You collect people’s wishes? And you spend them on yourself?’ ‘They’re not wishes’ I said. ‘They lose their symbolism once they hit corporate water. At that time they either become extra income for people who don’t need it, or they can help me get along in the world.”
