"That's unfortunate, isn't it?"
I can't respond to Cara's question because I'm too busy watching what's happening a few feet away with my mouth wide open.
I knew Cara had a plan when she roped me into going shopping with her. We checked the balance on the credit cards on our way here and each one has a total of fifty thousand dollars on them. There are four credit cards and I don't know what to do with any one.
Cara suggested shopping, but I know she hates shopping the same way I hate the looks the store attendants of these clothing stores give me when I try to pick out something pretty.
I have faced some level of humiliation from the manager of this particular store and I feel that is another reason why Cara has brought me here. Revenge.
We haven't been here thirty minutes and she's made one of the snobby and foul mouthed attendants almost burst into tears. She's a customer so they can't turn her out. I would have been content with just picking out something nice for myself, maybe a
