“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?”

“I just don’t want to deal with potentially annoying

answered?” he countered,

her eyes in response to

a bit of attention, but that’s none of your business. I think I’ll continue

promptly answered the call and

voice came from the other side, she asked, “Am I speaking to Ms. Doris? I’m Haider from the sales office

“Oh, Ms. Haider?

can’t lower the price

meet your asking price. If you’re willing to negotiate and lower it a bit, I might reconsider. Otherwise, I’d be risking my ability to afford even necessities, like

haggle over the price,” Haider interjected smoothly. “There’s a fantastic opportunity

step sellers. Save your breath, I can’t stretch my budget

up, but Haider’s voice sharpened with

Doris reflected inwardly.

she can’t lower the price, it’s a waste of time to listen

her sentence? Is showing

what will change after she’s had her say? What’s the

Doris! Ms. Doris! The price can be lowered. It’s a major price reduction. Are you interested in

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