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“I know, I know,” Mrs. Merriweather stops me. “But never the less, our Rock would ‘ave put ‘im in ‘is place again, ‘e would. For good this time to be sure.”
I grin. She’s probably right.
“No he wouldn’t have because I wouldn’t have allowed it,” I try to sound stern. Failing, but trying. “The customer is always right, Mrs. Merriweather, and this is a business.”
I vowed when I decided to open a business that there would never be any negativity. I wanted to create a place where people always felt comfortable and welcome. That’s the reason I hadn’t asked Steve to leave. Although he was being rude and demanding, where he had absolutely no place or right to, he is a customer, a good customer at that, I couldn’t bring myself to cross that line. Because once I did, I would have regretted it.
“You said that the last time ‘e acted like a…”
“Mrs. Merriweather, now hush,” I give her a look.
“You are too nice for your own good, Summer. Just because ‘e frequents your establishment does not give ‘im the right to act like a dictator,” she responds, rather sternly at that.
They’re right. The truth hurts. What Mrs. Merriweather doesn’t know, no one here will ever know, it wasn’t too long ago that I would never have stuck up for myself, and all of them, like I had just now. So, the sting from her comment doesn’t hurt as bad as it could. Because I had stuck up for myself, but more importantly, I stuck up for all of them. Because I genuinely care for them, for Mrs. Merriweather. I do because I know she cares about me too. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be reprimanding me.
“I dealt with him. He won’t be crossing the line again,” I reply confidently.
“Maybe not dear, but there’s no way you can change an ass into a thoroughbred,” she comments.
I look at her.
She cocks her head and raises her eyebrows, peering at me over her glasses, “You can’t, no matter what you call it, what you dress it in. An ass is an ass at the end of the day. Isn’t that so, Gwendolyn?”
“Absolutely, grandmother. With a capital A.” Gwen replies just as smoothly, still looking out the window.
My gaze goes back and forth between the two of them before I fall into a fit of laughter.
