I guess I remember being that young woman — sort of, I mean. Spending my entire vacation budget, a full two weeks of earnings from that one big freelance project, on a crystal vase for my cousin’s wedding. Or maybe it was a really elaborate gift certificate, I forget now. The fear, though, that feeling of being perceived as ungrateful, that I remember. A kind of anticipatory regret, I suppose, if I’d shown up with something… less. Even though my bank account was completely depleted afterwards, a real sort of financial dysphoria, for months. And now, at 76, I still kinda think about it sometimes, what that trip could have been. What I lost, I guess.