Chapter 17 How scary can a few numbers be in the first part? -17

acting too good to be true "I see." The man pursed his lips. "Then, I'm afraid I have to report this to the manager. Obviously, this book is no longer available for sale, and this is our loss. Please come with me." The manager explained what you were doing when the book was damaged..." Is he serious? Why can't he just be nice and tell me it's okay? Ask me if I want a VIP card? My heart is pounding like crazy, what should I do? Obviously, I'm currently implementing Frugal plan, there is no way I could have bought this book.However, I'm also reluctant to meet their manager.

"Lynn?" the man called to a clerk over at the pen counter. "Can you get Glennis over here for me?" He really doesn't look like he's joking.He looked very pleased with himself, as if he had just caught a pickpocket.Are they going to sue you for accidentally drawing a line across a book? Maybe that counts as vandalism.oh god.I will leave a criminal record.I will never go to America again! "Okay, I'll buy the book, will it work now?" I said nervously, "I'll buy the damn book." I snatched the book out of the man's hand, and Without giving him any chance to speak, I hurried to the cashier, my heart still pounding hard.

The old woman in the blue coat was standing next to the cash register.I tried to avoid her eyes, but she spotted me and shouted triumphantly, "I've accepted your suggestion! I bought a present, and I think she will like it." "Oh, good." I replied, handing the book over to scan. "It's called The General Guide to India," said the old woman, showing me the thick blue paperback. "Have you heard of this book?" "Oh," I said, "well, yes, but..." "It's £24 99p in total," said the cashier in front of me. What? I looked at the cashier in dismay, £25, just bought a cookbook? Why didn't I pick up the cheap one? Bad luck, bad luck! Very reluctantly, I pulled out my credit card and handed it over.It's one thing to buy something - it's quite another to be forced to buy something against your will.I mean, with that £25 I could buy some nice lingerie!

But on the other hand, I thought as I walked away, it added a lot of points to my membership card after all.That's the equivalent of... 50p! And now I can follow the recipe and make lots of delicious and exotic curries, saving money on eating out.Seriously, I could consider this book an investment! Not that I'm bragging - over the next few days, I performed too well to believe it.The only thing I bought was a really nice chrome ampoule to bring coffee to the office (along with some coffee beans and an electric grinder - because bringing nasty instant coffee to the office is It's boring, isn't it?).In addition to that, some flowers and champagne were bought for Suzie's birthday.

But I can do it because, as David Barton said in the book, you have to cherish your friends.The simple act of sharing bread with friends is one of the oldest and most fundamental parts of human life, he said. "Don't stop giving gifts to your friends," he wrote. "Gifts don't have to be lavish, use your creativity and try making them yourself." So instead of buying a whole bottle of champagne for Suzy, I bought half a bottle; and instead of buying expensive croissants at the patisserie, I was going to make my own with special dough bought at the subway station. That night, we were going to dinner at Terrazza with Suzie's cousins ​​Tachin and Finney—and let's be honest, it could have been an extremely expensive night.However, this is allowed, as it should be seen as an act of friends sharing bread. (Only Terrazza sells sun-dried tomato focaccia bread, which costs £4.50 per basket.)

Finney and Tachin arrived at six o'clock on Suzy's birthday.Seeing them, Suzie cried out in excitement.But I hid in the room and put on makeup, trying to delay the time to go out to say hello.I don't like Finney and Taxin.To be honest, I think they are kind of weird! First of all, their appearance is very weird.They were all exceptionally thin—the pale, bony kind—and slightly toothy.Finney also pays attention to his clothes, and he doesn't look too bad.But Tasin, to be honest, he looked like a weasel, or a weasel, a scrawny little thing anyway.Second, they act weird.They love to wear identical jumpers woven by their nanny, ride around on tandem bicycles, and speak a "family dialect" that no one understands.For example, they call "sandwich" as "Meiji" and "drink" as "Tiji" (but "water" is another matter, they call it "hu").For me, spending any more time with them is irritating.

But Suzie liked them very much.She had spent all her summers with them in Scotland in her childhood; she saw nothing strange about them.To make matters worse, as soon as she saw them, she also started talking about "Meiji" and "Tiji".I'm driving crazy. However, there's nothing I can do about it - they've arrived.I finally got my mascara on, then stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.I couldn't be happier! I was wearing a simple black top with matching pants and that beautiful Denny and George silk scarf tied casually around my neck.This silk scarf is so worth it.How charming it looks!

I dawdled for a while, then resolutely opened the door. "Hi, Rebecca!" Suzie looked up at me with her bright blue eyes.She was sitting cross-legged on the hallway floor, tearing gift wrappers, while Finny and Tachin stood watching.Thank goodness they weren't wearing identical jumpers today, but Finney looked grotesquely in a fluffy red tweed skirt, and Tussin's double-breasted suit seemed to be from the First World War. "Hi!" I greeted them and gave them both a polite kiss. "Wow!" Suzie exclaimed and pulled out a painting in a gilt frame from the wrapping paper. "I can't believe it! I really can't believe it!" She looked from Taxin to Finney with sparkling eyes.I looked over behind her curiously.But, to be honest, that painting didn't appeal to me at all! First of all, it was just too dull - all heavy greens and browns.Secondly, it is just a horse standing still in the field.Why not a horse jumping over a fence, or neighing? Even a horse trotting in Hyde Park, with a girl on it, in a pretty dress like that.

"Happy 'Raw'!" Tasin and Finny said in unison (Again! They call "birthdays" "Raw" since... oh god. It's so annoying to keep explaining like this ). "It's so beautiful!" I said with feigned enthusiasm, "It's so beautiful!" "That's true, isn't it?" Taxin responded eagerly. "Look at those colors." "Well, it's so cute!" I said and nodded. "And look at how it's painted, it's stunning! When we found it, we were all thrilled to death." "It's a beautiful picture indeed," I said, "and it makes you want...to gallop across the prairies!"

This is total bullshit! Why can't I be honest and say I don't like it? "You know how to ride a horse?" Taxin raised his head and looked at me slightly surprised. I rode once, on my cousin's horse.Then I fell off my horse and swore never to ride again.But I'm not going to confess that to Mr. Horse of the Year. "I used to ride a lot." I smiled modestly. "It wasn't a good ride." "I believe you will often go horseback riding." Taxin stared at me and said, "Have you ever hunted?" My God! Do I look like a village woman?

"Hey," Suzie said, carefully placing the painting against the wall, "before we go, do you want some 'teaji'?" "Of course!" I hurriedly turned away from Taxin, "Good idea!" "Oh, yes," Finny said, "Is there any champagne?" "There should be," Suzie walked into the kitchen.Just then, the phone rang, and I walked over to answer it. "Hey?" "Hello, please find Rebecca? Bloomwood?" A strange woman's voice said. "I am," I replied lazily.I heard Suzy opening and closing cupboard doors in the kitchen and wondered if we had any champagne other than the half bottle we drank for breakfast... "Please tell me." "Miss Bloomwood, this is Erica Parnell of Endwich Bank," said the phone, and I froze. Damn, it's the bank! Oh God, they sent me a letter, didn't they? And when I got it, I didn't do anything. What should I say? Come to think of it, what the hell am I supposed to say? "Miss Bloomwood?" Erica Parnell asked. Well, I'll just say this: I'm fully aware that I'm slightly overdrafted than I should be, but I'm prepared to take remedial action over the next few days.Yes, that sounds pretty good. "Remedial measures" sounds fantastic.Well - that's all. I firmly told myself not to be nervous—they are human too—and took a deep breath.Immediately afterwards, my hand hung up the phone, and the whole action was done in one go, which caught people off guard.