“You’re at a crossroads. I can see that. You need a change. A new look, but really, a new . . . perspective, maybe?” Obviously she needed a new perspective, but would she surrender to it like she did to all those potato chips under her bed? “I don’t know what you mean,” she said. Of course she wasn’t going to admit it. “I think you do know what I mean,” they said. Rahdswee had an unnerving way of sensing people’s thoughts. “Maybe I do, but I’m nervous.”
God is this you speaking to me through this random series I came across at almost midnight?!
