Joanna, reaching into Norah's purse, presented a sleek black card to Aaron. "What are you waiting for? Use this card."

Aaron, flashing Norah's card on the POS machine, said to the salesperson, “Pack up that gown for Norah. Norah, since you said so, I won't be the one to rain on your parade."

Norah, lounging on the sofa, responded, "It's okay. It's not like you own this place."