That winter, after Jake came home from the hospital, I finally paid off all our debts.The day I made the last payment, I did something I had been meaning to do for a long time. I took the old guarantee agreement out of the drawer. The corners were cracked, and bits of paper crumbled off as I unfolded it.I held it over the flame of the gas stove until it caught fire. The paper curled into a little ball, leaving ashes scattered across the stovetop. I swept the ashes into a dustpan and dumped them in the trash downstairs. As far as I was concerned, that chapter of my life was finally over.When spring came, I rented a small storefront on the corner and opened another diner. Just like before, the sign outside simply read "Diner."Stella quit working night shifts. She did the prep in the kitchen, while I handled the customers out front.Every afternoon after school, Jake came in, tossed his backpack aside, and spread his homework across the counter.One evening, Stella and I d
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