Chapter 14: Back At Home

By the time I realized that George hadn’t kept up the house payments, it was too late. After getting home from the supermarket, I walked up to my front door and there was a notice on it, “Foreclosure sale, Monday August 12.” Thinking that it was a mistake, I brought the paper closer so I could read the fine print. Unfortunately, it was my address. Feeling shocked and suddenly saddened, I realize that in less than a month I will be homeless because there is no way I can come up with that kind of money before the sale.

I could never ask Sam for help because I turned down living with him two days ago. At the time, I figured it was a good thing when I still had so many doubts. How can I possibly ask a man for money, when I haven’t even spoken to him since that morning?

That morning after breakfast, I told him that I needed my space for a few days to clear my head. When he seemed upset by this, I realized it was the right thing to do. Clearly, he has some thinking to do too.

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