"You know what I want," he snapped. He almost wished he hadn't just rattled off a list of good reasons not to say a single word to the man, because he thought he would have liked to write him and tell him exactly what he thought about working for the transportation department (although part of him recognized immediately that that would be sheer idiocy). "That's not even the kind of help we need anyway, is it? All the food in the world would only help us so much."