Chapter Six

   "Calm down. Miss,will you stop this?" Vivian pleaded but Joyce went on,not regarding her plea.

         "Hello, Mr Pride. Who are you? If not for the fact that you're a customer here,I would have done something you wouldn't expect to you," she paused and survey the place. Mr Manager wasn't around and there were also few customers and that's because it was Sunday.

          "Here's your tie,washed,dried and ironed smoothly. What else do you want me to do?" She asked, softening up.

         "Miss Joyce,I will report you to your manager," Vivian threatened with all seriousness.

        "Oh,no,pretty woman! What do you want me to do? Okay,I think I understand," she said repentantly,not that she gave a dam* about her manager but because...... Well,she didn't know.  "Mr Handsome," she called. "I'm sorry. So very sorry. I talk too much. I just realized that. I've been told so many times but I never believe I do. You can slap me, sir handsome, as long as you will order as many as you wish," she said and he was calmed with the words.

         "Miss Pretty....Sorry,I mean.... What's your name,again?" He asked and glanced at the name tag. "Joyce. Okay,apology accepted. I'm also sorry," he said and retrieved his tie from her but didn't knot it. He pocketed it instead.

        After ordering another drink and ice cream,they left the place.

        "What a shameless girl!" James said.

       "Is she? She just talk too much. Really too much. You lost your temper," Vivian told him. "I think she taught you a lesson." She laughed.

        "Whatever lesson was that!" He exclaimed annoyingly but she made no response.

         Joyce Donald sat quietly on a chair in her parents' house, recalling the day's events. She remembered the commotion she almost caused that day.

         Almost?

      "Hmmm. He's such a sly. He made me regret that. Handsome?" She questioned herself as she remembered calling him that. "No," she answered deceitfully to herself. "As ugly as something I can't say."

       She immediately skedaddle her words as her mother approached her. Felicia sat beside her but said not a word neither did Joyce.

        Felicia decided to break the silence. "What are you doing here? It's late already."

       "Nothing. I just don't feel sleepy," Joyce replied.

        "Who were you thinking of?"

         "Who?" She wondered. How did her mother know she was thinking of a who? "No one," she deceived.

         Felicia sat upright and faced her daughter who also did the same.

       "You can't lie to me and you know that. Now,tell me what happened," her mum required.

         Joyce stared at her mother and said,"Nothing. I just caused a fight. No,not a fight. It was an argument in Yes, thanks with a customer. Before you ask me what went wrong,let me tell you, "she said and explained to her mother. " I just talk too much. But I can't seem to be able to stop it,"she added.

        "It's okay,dear,since the customer forgave you. Go in and sleep."

        "Forgave me? I don't think so but I don't care anyway. I won't have anything to do with him in the future. I'm quitting the job,so....," she said and bade  her mother goodnight who wished her well on her interview the following morning.

          Joyce laid on her bed but it took her few hours before she could take her thoughts away from her and dozed off,wishing herself the best.