the ring is an heirloom from my late grandmother . her skin is delicate to the touch , and there are wrinkles where it once was smooth . and even if she could pry the thing open ? in a rush , the contents spilled out and bounced across the stage . yet she wanted to make the call now . i thought that if i could manipulate something as pedestrian as heat or light , why not reach farther ? i suppose that nothing has arrived for me ? `` then let 's go ask the mother . '' 