She Saved Me Then, I Save Her Now
"You're 30 this year, and you've still got your mother who needs constant medication.
"It's only my son, Shaun, who's kind-hearted enough not to mind a burden like you. And yet here you are, making outrageous demands for 100,000 dollars? Are you marrying someone or selling yourself?"
The other customers sipping their coffee all turned to cast judgmental glances and point fingers at Natasha.
Natasha hung her head even lower, but I could see her shoulders trembling.
"Mrs. Buchanan, my mom, Edna Seymour, is about to need a kidney transplant. This money is to save her life. I can write an IOU and pay you back slowly by working two jobs," Natasha pleaded hoarsely.