“One of my favourite books has a fun way of putting it: ‘we are never given to know the count of the living’. It means, you can’t know the good you’ve done. Help is so … subtle. Like dropping a pebble into a pond — you can see the ripples on the surface, but you have no idea what it changes underneath.”
“That’s pretty profound. What book is it? I’d like to read it. —-I hope that’s true.”
Summer laughed a little sheepishly. “I found the book to be pretty profound, but I don’t know how many other people would share that thoughts, since it’s a fantasy novel with a masochist as the heroine. All the same, it gave me a lot of thoughts about love.” She touched Allison’s hand. “Are there specific events you’re hung up on right now, or just this general feeling of helplessness?”