“Ma’am! Still waiting on that $112!”
She screamed. Dropped her phone. Shoppers turned.
“How did you—?”
“I’m patient. And persistent.”
A lady with a cart laughed. “Pay your bill, honey!”
Madge grabbed her phone and ran.
Smyth held the door with a bow.
She dashed to a shoe store two blocks away.
We gave her five minutes.
“She thinks she’s clear now,” Smyth said.
“Let her.”
We walked in. She was trying on heels, filming her feet, looking relieved.
I placed the receipt on the mirror.
“New shoes? Settle your tab first.”
She jumped, knocking over a display.
“You’re insane!”
“I’m dedicated. Big difference, honey.”
The clerk held back a laugh. “Ma’am, maybe just pay her.”
Madge snatched her bag and bolted, heels left behind.
She went into a coffee shop.
Through the window, she ordered, glancing at the door. After 10 minutes without us, she relaxed.
She even streamed again. “Crisis over. At this cute coffee spot now.”
I walked in.
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