They went to the porch, and dried off. "Lay down. Time for me to lotion you up one last time," Ryuki told her. He went to his wallet and retrieved his list. It was laminated, folded in half, with writing on both sides. "Once a month I update it. Rewriting my goals, removing things I've completed and adding new tasks is a powerful thing."
Ryuki held it in front of her. "It's a very private thing. I've never showed anybody this list. Some of the items are very personal." He put it in her hands.
"You'll let me read it?" Surprised, Michiko asked.
"Of course. You are the only one I'd consider letting read it. You are on list."
She turned her head and looked at him in surprise. "Me?"
"Since I first saw you."
"You're kidding."
"Not in the least. At least one of my goals in every category is what I call a 'dream'. It's not likely to happen, but it's something that I can dream about. You've always been in that category."