“Can I help you?” I asked.
The lady in front of me scowled. “I want real help!” she snapped. “I don’t want assistance from a worthless hybrid!”
I felt my face tighten as it froze in its professional expression. “Very well,” I said tightly. I spun around and entered the back room.
As I did so, I could hear Ruth Durus say, “Honestly, why can’t Ramon find better help?” Her companion made vehement...