“Because obviously I’m totally incapable of doing any serious job on my own,” she muttered

Dini squinted at the logos that Michal, the graphic designer, had sent her.  Blue or red? Angled or rounded font? The one with the hands or the one with the heart? She tried to picture each one on a brochure or website or email signature. Which would look most attractive? Most professional?

Which would make someone as savvy as Adele Samson sit up and take notice?

Dini tapped her finger on the desk. How was she supposed to know? She needed to consult with someone. Ayala? Dini frowned. Ayala had left this project in Dini’s hands; Dini fully planned on handing her a finished, highly polished work, to justify her friend’s trust. Besides, Ayala had many amazing qualities, but a flair for style was not one of them.

Her family? It made sense to solicit her parents’ and siblings’ opinions — after all, they were exactly the population she was looking to target. But did she really want to give them a seat at the table?

She could picture exactly what would happen. The family chat would explode with everyone’s opinion — her father’s, her mother’s, her brothers’, Eliana’s — and they would argue back and forth about which option was best, until concluding that none of the logos were professional enough, and what had Dini been thinking, hiring some no-name Israeli graphic artist? (“No-name,” of course, meaning no one that they’d heard of. What did it matter if Dini had done hours of research speaking to friends who owned businesses?) The family consensus would inevitably be that she needed to scrap them all and hire Top Designer X, who only worked with the most exclusive clients and generally had a six-month waiting list, but don’t worry, Tatty or one of her siblings would arrange it. And presto! Her family would swoop in to save her project, and all she’d need to do was sit back and be grateful.

“Because obviously I’m totally incapable of doing any serious job on my own,” she muttered.

“Do you usually talk to yourself when I’m not home?”