Winnie

At LaBelle, I sit at a desk reserved for temporary workers. I'm not sure what I'm doing today. Last week, I planned to shadow Rick. However, I'm not interested in speaking with him.

No, I don't want to see him.

I'm more pissed at Rick than I anticipated.

How is he different from Mother?

I turn my chair around and look at the Los Angeles skyline.

I tap my pen on the armrest.

Andrew.

I'm losing him.

Unless I look at his ...