August
“What do you mean it’s declined? It can’t be.” August stared in unmasked confusion at the salesclerk who looked embarrassed beyond words.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she lifted both hands in a shrug. “That’s what it’s saying. I’ve got a phone right here if you’d like to call the credit card company?”
He shook his head. For one thing, the company wouldn’t tell him a damn thing. His father was the actual card holder, not him. For another, if the card had been declined, then his father’s disapproval went way deeper than August had thought. Yes, his father had argued with him not to go into the program in the first place, that it was lousy career decision and a waste of money. So when he’d told his parents that he was dropping out, that he’d found a job and even if he hadn’t there was no point
