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suggested a thirty-dollar opening bid.

My heart sank. The desk would be

perfect, but we only had fifteen

dollars left.

The auctioneer started and moved

through the items quickly. When he

got to the tools and started the bid at

ten dollars, I almost bid. But

somehow, I couldn’t do it. All I

could think of was the desk. The

tools sold for twelve dollars, and

Donna asked why I didn’t bid.

“I’m not sure they were what I

needed,” I replied.

That was true, but there was a

more important reason. When the

desk came up for bid, the auctioneer