“Over the years I managed to finish ninety-four items on this list!” Even wasted away and close to death, there was a glow about Bree as she gazed down at her list. Memories chased across her expression, like shoals of shadowy fish passing beneath the surface of a pond. “I guess I must have known time would be short.” She looked up again and the look of loss on her face was profound. She turned the placemat around so the camera could see the list. “I have six items left. Six I will never finish. I know them by heart . . .” She began to recite them:
