" Making a wish?” Gus asked. I felt myself blush. “No.” Bertha nudged Gus. “Tell her about the time you wished your uncle Dean would disappear and then he did,” she said. Gus flapped his hand at her. “Aw, now, Bertie. She don’t want to hear that boring ole story.” He rocked his chair, making the porch floor creak and groan. "

― Barbara O'Connor , Wish