““Finally, I pointed to the picture on the left. “That one.” “Why?” I hadn’t known I had to show my work. “I don’t know; I just do.” “Uh-uh, commit.” “I really don’t know. They’re both nice.” I glanced up the hall. “I’ve got to talk to your brother-in-law.” “Come on, Corte. Humor me. You’ve screwed up my weekend pretty bad. You won’t even be my masseur. You owe me.” I banked my irritation again and looked at the pictures. Suddenly I had a thought. “I like it because you have to ask yourself, what’s your goal? You said it was to show conflict. The one on the left does that better. It’s more focused.””
