He could’ve said, “Wrong number.” He doesn’t.
“Perfect! Listen, I’m at the mall and found this amazing mink coat. Can I get it?”
He pauses just a moment, playing along.
“What’s the price?”
“Fifteen hundred.”
“Well,” he says, “if you love it that much, go for it.”
Most people would stop there. But she’s just getting started.
“And I stopped by the Mercedes dealership too. Saw one I adore. Price is sixty thousand, and since we need to trade in the BMW…”
“For that price,” he says, “make sure it’s fully loaded.”
“And one more thing,” she continues. “Remember that house we loved last year? The one with the pool, the English garden, a whole acre of parkland, and it’s beachfront? It’s back on the market.”
“How much?” he asks, fully committed.
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