“It’s not that bad,” he said once his laughter had subsided. “It’s just energetic and a bit topsy-turvy. It’s like in cartoons when they pop a cork and it goes ricocheting around the room until someone finally catches it.” She wasn’t sure that was much better. “Those corks always do a lot of damage before they’re stopped.” That was her biggest fear. That her ideas or her efforts would ruin everything instead of help. She wanted to lighten burdens, not add to them. Change wasn’t comfortable. It required getting in there and getting dirty. But how much change was too much?
