He Yelled When I Refused To Buy His Mother’s Fancy Groceries

of that, and even that felt generous. I had my card in my hand. I had been holding it for almost a minute. Then I slipped it back into my wallet.

“I’ll pay for my items,” I said, and my voice came out calm, which seemed to make Daniel even angrier. “Patricia can pay for hers.”

“You cannot be serious,” he said, his voice climbing another notch. “She’s continue reading …