Other presents were just as difficult, but picking a present for Jubal was supremely difficult.  Jill was stumped.  What does one buy for a man who has everything - everything, that is to say, that he wants which money can buy?  The Sphinx?  Three Wishes?  The fountain that Ponce de Leon failed to find?  Oil for his ancient bones, or one golden day of youth?  Jubal had long ago even foresworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.