Despite protestations from the both of them, the vacuum dealer seems unmoved. He bypasses Kizuna easily to plug in the appliance. When he stands he dusts his hands on his thighs and grins as if doing so were no small feet. ”Ahh then, it won’t take but a minute of your time. A demonstration only. If you aren’t satisfied, well, then it’s less work for the missus this week, isn’t it? Call it a charitable act.”

Eason crosses the threshold of the room and yanks the plug out of the wall by its long cord.

“Look, I think I’ve been pretty charitable myself, pal, but I’m starting to think you can’t take a hint.”