« Customers come first. »
My daughter lowered her eyes.
That hurt worse than his words.
Isabella had always hated making scenes. Even as a child, she would apologize if somebody else bumped into her.
Now she looked embarrassed for needing to sit while carrying another human being inside her.
I took a step toward the manager.
« I’d like to know your name. »
Before he answered, an older salesman appeared carrying a folding chair.
« Here, ma’am. »
He opened it for Isabella.
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