Curious Impasse

A young woman came to see me once. She had lost the use of one arm. She said she needed money to buy leather. I offered her the money. On principle, she refused it. She said she only took money in exchange for leatherwork. But she needed money to buy leather. This was the strangest impasse. After some arguing, we agreed that I could give her the money if she would drop a token of thanks -- made of leather -- in my post-box. The next day, I found this (pictured) in the box -- a heart-shaped leather pouch.