“I just ate,” Doris replied somewhat awkwardly.

She tugged at the corner of her shirt and uttered, “Mrs. Jamison had cooked some pasta for me.”

Waylon remained silent.

The atmosphere between them was tense.

“Ring! Ring! Ring!”

Doris’ phone rang, and it broke the awkwardness that was quietly creeping in.

She bent a little to take a look.

Her phone continued to ring incessantly. Someone was calling her repeatedly.

The phone buzzed with a call from an unidentified number. She usually avoided answering such calls, expecting them to be credit card promotions or loan sharks.

Yet the ringing persisted, each call quickly following the last.

With an eye roll and a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Waylon couldn’t help but comment, “We’re hiding some deep secret, aren’t we? What’s got you so spooked about taking that call?”

just don’t

you haven’t even answered?” he countered,

her eyes in response

none of your

phone to shut him up. She promptly answered the call and greeted the caller with a pleasant

I speaking to Ms. Doris? I’m Haider from the sales office

replied, “Oh, Ms. Haider? Did the price drop?”

can’t lower the price on my end.”

prolonging this conversation. I simply can’t meet your asking price. If you’re willing to negotiate and lower it a bit, I might reconsider. Otherwise, I’d be

the price,” Haider interjected smoothly. “There’s a

are always one step

up, but Haider’s voice sharpened with urgency, “Wait, could you just let

Doris reflected inwardly.

can’t lower the price, it’s a

let her complete her sentence? Is showing a little patience too much to

what will change after she’s had her say?

lowered. It’s a

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