“You assume I have a sense of humor.” Winnie smirks. “I think there’s one buried under there somewhere.” “Don’t think you can try to excavate it. Or try to find some soft and gooey center. It doesn’t exist.” “Or maybe it’s buried so deep you don’t even know it’s still there.” “I’m not burying anything.” “Oh, James,” Winnie says, her voice deceptively soft. “We’re all hiding something.”
