Exhausted and feeling hungry they stopped at a small restaurant near the food court that had tables set outside to mimic an outdoor cafe. Just as they sat down in one of the chairs, Mary saw a man approaching from afar.
“Oh, look, I do believe that appears to be Trevor,” Mary reported.
Andrea turned around to notice that Trevor Watkins was heading their way. “Oh I hope he doesn’t stay long, we still have a few more shops to check out.
“Your right, oh I haven’t seen him in ages. Is he my third cousin or yours?” Mary inquired.
“I think he is mine, but who cares. Ol’ Leroy had four children that became scattered when they grew up.”
“Well hello you two, fancy meeting family in this big city,” Trevor Watkins exclaimed taking upon himself to sit down at their table. He was a stout but firmly built man that operated a used car sales lot near the mall. He always seemed to be short of funds.
“Hello, Trevor and how are you and Gloria these days?”
“Just fine, well not so fine,” he said lowering his voice. “In face I’m on my way to the bank. I don’t suppose there is any way, Andrea, that your husband can loan me enough funds to pay my next two lease amounts?”
Andrea just looked at him. He has done this before to her and by being in front of Mary made her uncomfortable by being put on the spot. “
“Trevor, we may be comfortable but we are not rich,” she said with tact. “Is business slow this time of year for you?” She inquired throwing the question back at him.
“About the same, I was just informed that my note had been bought by another company and they want the debt paid earlier than I am able.”
“Trevor I’m sorry, you could talk to James, but I bet he would say the same thing. What will you do?”
“I’m hoping I can get the bank to extend me another loan.”
Mary ordered their lunches from the electronic menu embedded into the edge of their table surface.
© A Nation 2015
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