It's Not Too Late
Additionally, I had the burden of depression on top of everything else.
I saw Mark nod.
"Can I go to work? I mean, can you keep your wife and the others from bothering me?" As long as they didn't disturb me, I could work in peace.
Because I still owed Chris 140 dollars.
I had thought that if I died, I wouldn't have to pay it back.
Now that I was still alive, I'd pay it back. I didn't want to owe them.
It was them, or rather, it was his sister, Wendy, who owed me.