Jane Sampson knew Jane wouldn't hand over her mobile phone voluntarily, so James Black took matters into his own hands and retrieved it from her clothes pocket after watching her put it there while she was waiting for her cake.
"Let's go home," James said as he pinched Jane's bright red fruit phone and slid it into his pocket, then carried the shopping bags towards the underground parking lot of the supermarket.
He didn't need to look back, not the least bit worried that Jane, without her wallet and mobile phone, wouldn't obediently follow.
Jane didn't say a word the entire way, and it wasn't until the car stopped at the doorway of the Black Residence that she started longing for James's trouser pocket, itching to try and snatch her phone back.
She had thought of doing so midway, but James was driving, and she was afraid of death.
Now, well, Jane felt she probably couldn't snatch it from James.
