Those were your exact words.
I glanced at Margaret. She was staring at Walter, clearly surprised.
“My son kept making excuses for you,” Walter continued. “And I let him.”
Margaret shook her head slightly. “Goodness…”
“Last month, I warned you that running our foundation would require more than hosting expensive parties.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So this wasn’t exactly her first warning?”
I’m disappointed.
“That has nothing to do with this!”
“It has everything to do with this. You want to run a charity, yet you can’t spare one turkey for a sick child.”
“Exactly,” I added. “You had twelve. She only needed one.”
Walter turned to the manager. “Please put those turkeys back in the refrigerated section.”
“You can’t!”
My son kept making excuses for you.
“They haven’t been purchased.”
“I have every right to buy them!”
“And this store has every right to donate its inventory. We’re sending those twelve turkeys to the community food pantry.”
