I took for granted the times she took care of me. Wendi let me eat every Kit Kat in the candy bowl she stocked with her own money. She let me rifle through the stash in her bottom drawer as she took phone calls, and bought more Kit Kats after I ate all she had. When no one was in the office late at night or on weekends, I grabbed handfuls of whole peanuts from her drawer and cracked them open not thinking about how much she loved me.