"Mom! What are you doing now?"
"You're seriously throwing a fit in public? The price was already negotiated—are you trying to humiliate me?"
I shook his hand off. Cold.
"I changed my mind. It's my money. Is there a problem with me not wanting to spend it?"
Dylan planted himself in front of me, blocking my path.
"If you don't buy it, how am I supposed to explain this to Muriel?"
"That's your problem," I said, and stepped around him toward the bus stop.
The salesman rushed up behind me too.
"Ma'am, your daughter-in-law isn't wrong, you know. The spousal relationship always comes first. Your son's married now—he's not a baby who still needs his mother."
"If you insist on sticking your nose into everything, how's he supposed to have a decent married life?"
I looked at him—at the card reader clutched in his hands, the desperation to close the deal plastered all over his face.
He didn't seem to understand who was actually holding the wallet.
Emboldened by the salesman's words, Dylan chased after me, his face twisted with resentment.
"No wonder you've been alone all these years. Who could put up with someone as unhinged as you?"