Before the Knock

It was my nephew's birthday; he was the son of my husband's younger brother, Jim. My mother-in-law, Darcy Baker, had thrown a huge bash at the old family homestead, with around 200 guests in attendance.

By the time 2:00 p.m. rolled around, the crowd had thinned, and Darcy insisted we stick around for dinner.

I was expecting nothing fancier than a casual family supper.

However, Darcy came out from the back room, clutching a brown paper bag. "Shirley, come over here."

She handed me the bag.

Inside was a contract, pages upon pages of fine print.

"Jim's business needs a little boost, so I got a friend to spot him some cash. Just need your signature."

I turned to the first page, and there it was in bold.

[Real Estate Mortgage Loan Contract.]

My home address was listed as collateral.

The loan amount was 150,000 dollars.

"Mom, this is 150,000 dollars."

"I'm aware," Darcy said with a nod. "Jim's got money tied up right now. If we don't sort this out, the whole thing could tank. Just sign it; it's just paperwork."

"However, this is my house we're talking about..."

"What about your house?" She scowled.

"You're part of the Canfield family now, aren't you? That house is ours too. And isn't it going to the kids one day anyway? I'm just getting a head start. What's the issue?"

The room went quiet.

I could feel the stares of over 20 people boring into me.

My husband's eldest aunt, Cindy Canfield, dropped her fork. "Shirley, when your mother-in-law asks for a favor, you help out, right?"

My husband's younger aunt, Becky Canfield, chimed in, saying, "That's right. Jim's your family. If he does well, we all do, too."

Across the table, Jim lounged back, smirking and crossing his legs.

His wife, Nevaeh Lewis, was busy peeling an orange, not bothering to look up.

Holding that contract, I felt a knot in my stomach.

"Mom, this is serious. I should talk it over with Howard first..."

"What's there to talk about?" Darcy's voice spiked. "He's right here. What's the big mystery?"

I glanced at Howard Canfield.

He just sat there, head down, silent as a stone.

"Mom, the down payment for the house came from my parents..."

"It's done, isn't it? Your name's on the deed, not theirs." Darcy slid the pen across the table to me. "Sign it already; quit stalling. Everyone's hungry."

"I..."

"What?" Cindy's face darkened. "Your mother-in-law needs a favor, and you're dragging your feet. What's that supposed to mean? You think you're too good for the Canfield family?"

"You've got me wrong..."

Becky jumped in, saying, "Then, what's your point? Has Jim ever asked you for money? He's asking for a hand, and you're all wishy-washy. What's your deal?"

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

The atmosphere turned icy.

"Never mind." Darcy yanked the contract back. Her eyes iced over as she stared at me.

"Shirley, I get your game," she said.

She turned to the table and said, "You all saw it. I asked for a simple favor, and she turned me down."

"Mom, I wasn't..." I started to say.

"That's enough. No more excuses." She cut me off. "Let's just eat."

I could not recall a single bite of that meal.

All I remembered was the look on everyone's face, as if I were on trial for a crime.

Past nine that night, Howard and I drove back to the city in silence.