Johnson peered inside, ‘Mary, are you done?
“No, dear. I just saw a beautiful silk gown. I will be back.”
She disappeared. Johnson looked inside, but Mary was nowhere to be found. He looked forlorn.
“Who is that?” a surprised customer asked the saleswoman, Joan.
“Oh! He is old Mr Johnson. His spendthrift wife died while shopping here and left him with a credit card debt of $50,000. He has been that way ever since.”
The customer looked dumb-struck while another salesgirl suppressed her giggle. Joan was so good at telling stories.
Meanwhile, Mary, alive and well, was shopping in the other part of the store.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and John Nixon for the photo.