"It's worth a try," she mumbles.
"I don't know why she won't take help from me," Bernie says to me. "I've offered to help her out a hundred times."
"Maybe she doesn't want to rely on anyone for help," I tell him. "Besides, I think she hates you."
Bernie waves a hand in the air. "Don't let her ambivalence fool you. I'm breaking her down."
"I can hear you!" Isa yells from her office. "And Vic's right, Bernie. I do hate you!"
"How can you hate me? I didn't do anything," Bernie says.
An exaggerated huff fills the air. "Your mere existence grates on my nerves, nerd," Isa says.
Instead of being insulted, Bernie winks at me. "She's weakening. Hell, I bet one day she'll even go out with me."
Isa comes storming back into the shop with her hands on her hips. "Keep dreaming, Bernie. I mean, l
