Chapter 5 - Rhett
“I can’t let you buy me something to eat,” Margot said when it was her turn to order at the diner just up the road from the warehouse where the auction had been.
“Look, if what you told me earlier was true, you need something to eat,” I told her. Then, I ordered her a cheeseburger and some fries.
“Rhett, don’t,” she protested. I could see in her face that regardless of how hungry she must have been, she was not happy letting someone else pick up the tab.
“Look, don’t worry about it. You’ll get a chance to pay me back one day, and it’ll even out, okay? Don’t sweat it,” I told her, even though I had no intention of letting her pay me back. There was no need to even talk about it as far as I was concerned, but I could tell she needed something to help her sense of pride.
