“It’s not your place to tell us how to do our jobs,” the manager snapped at Isabelle, taking a step towards her. “I’m telling you now, if you and your husband don’t leave right away, we’ll detain you and call the police to take you away.”
Seeing that the argument was getting heated, and that Isabelle seemed ready to lash out at the manager, Jacob grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his side. “It’s okay,” he whispered to her, “just let him be.”
Isabelle looked up at him, her face troubled. Her nostrils flared, betraying the fact that she was truly worked up and barely holding on to her civility by a thread. “You heard what he said,” she told him, as if she couldn’t understand why he was asking her to back off. “He is making false accusations to humiliate us. We cannot let him treat us
