John uncapped the gas can. Amy said, “Kick them into a pile. And don’t let the fire spread. Everything is pretty dry out here.” “Don’t you worry,” said John as he soaked the eggs. “Fire and I are old lovers. You treat her with respect, give her room to breathe, and everything will be juuuuust fine.” * * * Four hours later, we watched from afar as the city mobilized to put out the massive forest fire we’d started.
