Winnie is and needs to stay temporary in every sense of the word. “Is that all? I could build a site for you in my sleep, assuming I know what you want. But I have no idea what you envision for the site. Branding, colors—” “Whatever you do will be fine.” “Somehow, I doubt it. I get the sense you want control of every aspect of every detail. So, why not sit down with me and talk through what you want?” I hate how well Winnie reads me. I can’t let her know how right she is. Or how much my whole life has been spinning out of control lately, leaving me in a near-constant state of worry.
