"Ernest, there's a phone call," someone said. Ernest took the call and his eyes lit up suddenly, "I have something to do. Let her out in five minutes!"
"Ernest! Ernest!" Ivana banged on the freezer door with all her might, shouting.
A man scolded her, "What are you yelling for! Ernest said five minutes before you can come out!"
"It's too … too cold, really. Can't you let me out, please?" Ivana begged.
"A few minutes won't freeze you to death. Maybe you'll learn your lesson! In all of San Diego, nobody dares to keep Ernest waiting!" the man named Dominic Spikes, answered.
Ivana, freezing, searched her memory and found a discarded freezer coat in a corner. She wrapped it tightly around herself. It helped a little, but she was still cold. Especially her feet, which ached as if being sliced by knives.
Ivana could barely stand, "Dom … Dominic, can you open the door, please? I'll buy you food, wine, or bake you a cake."
"Stop shouting! I'm losing at cards! One more word from you and I'll keep you in for another five minutes!" he shouted.
Ivana pleaded, "Dominic, isn't this too much? Won't Ernest get angry?"