Rebel nodded, praying she didn’t see Charlotte Redding in the foreseeable future. She didn’t like Rebel and Rebel didn’t like her.
The saleswoman smiled and cocked her head to the side. “Who’s your mother, dear?”
“Megan Caldwell,” Rebel said proudly.
“Oh my. Well, I most certainly can help you. What sizes are we looking for?”
Pulling her phone from her pocket, Rebelopened her messages and scowled when she saw none from Jana.
Reb: Bro, I need all your sizes. Send them to me right quick and I won’t disturb you again.
She waited a couple of minutes, but when she got no answer she turned to the saleslady. “Why don’t we choose the dresses first? Hopefully, by then, Jana will have answered me.”
Since Jana was taller than Rebel, she estimated her height to be at least five nine. She was also rather slender. However, before she purchased jeans and trousers, she wanted to be certain and she was absolutely clueless about Jana’s shoe size.
Reb: Jana, girl, I need your shoe, pants and bra sizes.
No response, so she called her. Strangely, it went straight to voicemail.
“Can I pay for this and then go and find her?” Rebel asked, annoyed.
“Certainly.” The saleswoman sounded almost breathless with anticipation.
Declinedflashed across the screen and Rebel snapped her brows together. She’d never had that happen to her before, no matter how many thousands of dollars a tab was. A second try produced the sameresult.
“Who is Diesel Caldwell?”
“The owner of the card,” Rebel answered.
The woman eyed her with suspicion. “May I see ID?”
“ID?” Rebel squeaked. “My school ID?”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t have it with me,” Rebel said as her phone blasted Diesel’s ringtone. She immediately answered. “Diesel—”
“What the fuck are you and Jana buying?” he blared, loud enough for not only the saleswoman to hear but the entire fucking store. “No, what areyoubuying?”
“Nothing!” Rebel snapped. “Your stupid card is declining.”
“I have a fucking fraud alert on it for anything over a grand,” he yelled. “Answer my fucking question, Rebel.”
Tired of him screaming in her ear, Rebel slammed the phone on the counter and placed it on speaker, ignoring the manager as he arrived and planted himself next to the saleswoman.
“You gave Jana your card and Daddy gave me his,” she snarled. “Neither one of you gave me a spending limit.”
“Fifteen thousand dollars, Rebel?”
“First purchase. I intend to spend the entire one hundred grand becauseyou, fuckhead, should’ve known better than to send me shopping and took Jana yourself. By the way, I didn’t buy myself one thing. It’s all for Jana.”
“I’ll approve the goddamn charges,” he huffed. “And I expect you to buy clothes for yourself.”
“I have Daddy’s card for that, but I need ID and I left it at home.”
“You have a state-issued ID?”
“I have a school ID.”
