“About $2 million for the full price,” the trainee said.
“Charge it,” I told her.
The three sales reps' faces dropped as they watched the trainee process my card, their earlier arrogance completely vanished.
As the system chimed in my head, “Congratulations! You’ve spent $16.4 million. Keep it up!” I heard the announcement and decided not to waste any more time.
Driving Nancy’s new car, we headed toward the luxury shopping district downtown. Nancy was bubbling with excitement the entire way.
“Kimberly, this is so amazing!”
“Did you see the look on those sales reps’ faces when we left? It was priceless!”
“So funny!”
“This is so awesome, Nancy!”
Nancy and I had both grown up in foster care after being abandoned. As a child, I was frail and often went without food because I couldn’t compete with the stronger kids. The caretakers only served meals at set times and didn’t care about those who didn’t get enough.
It was during one of those hungry times that Nancy showed up. She gave me a bun and promised to look after me from then on.
Nancy, two years older than me, was fierce, and even the older kids in the home were scared of her. Thanks to her, I never went hungry again.