“Yes. I…uh…did you say Harlow Wynn?”
“I did.”
“TheHarlow Wynn?”
“I don’t know any other Harlow Wynns although I’m sure they’re out there.”
“I love your movies.” The woman hurried on, telling Harlow how much she adored her films. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“No worries. You’ve been most helpful.”
“Again, if you run into any issues or get stuck, you have my number.”
Harlow thanked her. As soon as she hung up, she promptly logged into the section requesting her payment information. It took some back and forth with her bank but finally, she was able to finish setting up the account, depositing what she hoped would be enough money for her young friend to follow his dream.
She printed off the receipt and paperwork; the detailed sheets of pertinent information including Arlen’s newly minted student account number and tucked it into her sling bag.
Harlow promptly called the bike shop.
“Island Bike Shop. Arlen speaking.”
“Hey, Arlen. It’s Harlow.”
“Oh. Hi, Harlow. How is the tire working out?”
“Great. Like new. I had no trouble at all. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I was wondering what your work schedule is like tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“In the morning.”
“Uh. It’s a school holiday, so I’m here most of the day.”
“Is there any chance you can sneak away for an hour or so? I want to take you out for breakfast.”
“Y-you want to take me to breakfast?”
“I do,” Harlow said. “I suppose I can bring you breakfast but I was hoping we could chat for a few minutes without being interrupted.”
“Can you hang on for a minute?”
“Sure.”
Bang.
She heard a loud banging, guessing Arlen had dropped his phone in his excitement at being invited to breakfast.
The breathless teen returned to the line seconds later. “Harlow?”
“I’m here.”
“My Uncle Joe is gonna watch the bike shop. What time?”
“Is nine too early?” She suggested the diner she and the Mackies had met at when they updated her on their surveillance mission and found out Cheyenne and Robert were in cahoots. “They have a nice breakfast buffet.”
