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“Don’t worry. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
Immanuel chuckled. “No problem. We can go anywhere you want.”
At the intersection, he turned left and found a parking space in the plaza. They entered the store, and Dionne immediately selected the latest iPhone model, and then approached the cash register.
“With the extended warranty, that comes to $649,” the clerk said.
Dionne nodded. “Charge everything to the account on file. I’ll be keeping the same plan.”
“In order to do that I’ll need to see two pieces of ID.”
“I don’t have any ID. My purse was stolen last night.” Dionne peered over the clerk’s shoulder and motioned to the door behind him. “Is your manager around? I spoke to her earlier, and she assured me getting a new cell phone would not be a problem.”
“I’m sorry, but she’s gone for the day.”
“Call her. I explained my situation to her, and she was—”
“I can’t.” He shrugged his bony shoulders. “Come back tomorrow with the proper ID.”
Dionne spoke through pursed lips. “Go. Call. Your. Store. Manager. Now.”
“Ma’am, you’re being rude. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Hoping to defuse the situation, Immanuel opened his leather wallet, took out his Visa Black Card and handed it to the clerk. “That won’t be necessary.” He was ticked off that the guy was giving Dionne a hard time, but he didn’t let his frustration show. “Charge everything to my account.”
“No,” Dionne argued, adamantly shaking her head. “I don’t want you to pay. All he has to do is call his manager. She’ll straighten everything out.”
“Don’t worry, Dionne. I got this.” Winking, he patted her good-naturedly on the hips. That earned him a smile. His chest inflated with pride, filled to the brim. “Hang tight. We’ll be out of here before you know it, and you can go home and get some rest. I promise.”
To reduce the tension, Immanuel chatted with the clerk about the weather and sports. The man was a huge baseball fan and screeched like a parrot when Immanuel told him Demetri Morretti, the star slugger of the Chicago Royals, was his cousin.
“The Royals will be in town at the end of the month,” the clerk said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. “I can’t wait to see Demetri play. I hope the game goes extra innings.”
Immanuel chuckled. “Thanks for everything, man. You’ve been really helpful.”
“Helpful my ass,” Dionne grumbled, snatching the plastic bag off the counter.
“Thanks for choosing AT&T,” the clerk said. “Have a nice day.”
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