Angela smiled and said, “Thanks.”
“Now, do you need some help with your computer?” he asked. “Or would you rather try again when Genesis gets back?”
Angela hesitated a moment, then placed the bag on the counter.
“The screen’s flickering,” she said. “I accidentally bent it back too far.”
“Let’s have a look,” he said.
He took the computer out of the bag and turned to face the wall. Angela leaned back against the counter and stared down at her hands. Skin turned to scales and back again.
“Is Genesis sick?” she asked. “She didn’t mention anything was wrong when we texted earlier.”
“It’s nothing serious,” he said. “Just something that happens from time to time. She needs a little rest, that’s all.”
“Oh, okay,” Angela said. “I… thought maybe it was something I said.”
“What did you say?” Dominick asked.
“She invited me to lunch but I said I couldn’t,” Angela replied. “I kind of lied about my reasons.”
“That might be enough to set her off,” he said. “She doesn’t handle rejection very well. Takes after her mother in that regard.”
Angela turned toward him.
“So it was my fault?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “My daughter is a very temperamental person. She’ll come around in a day or two.” He turned back to the counter. “All done.”
He slid the computer back into its bag. Angela dug her wallet out of her pocket but Dominick shook his head.
“It’s on the house,” he said.
“It was just a loose connector,” he said. “I could fix that with both eyes closed.”
“Well… okay,” she said. “Thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome,” he said.