“Let’s get this set up, and then I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you something about my sister for every bad thought or feeling you dump into the pile.” Callie turns and looks around the heap of trash. “Nope. There’s no way you have enough here to cover every bad thought running through my head.” “I can’t tell if you’re serious or joking.” Callie sighs. “If I’m honest, neither can I.” He picks up a literal kitchen sink. “Can I just put all my thoughts and feelings in this?” “Let’s see if we can get them all to fit.” “I doubt it, but it should get some of the big ones away at least.”
