”TED!” Mike, had an irritated expression on his face. ”Okay….here’s what it is Jillie. You said a year of parking and you would be on your feet.” ”I know the Semi was a problem OK. But, now I have mostly just boats, and really good renters. Without the parking I can’t pay the bills.” ”The parking can’t be paying for your Mortgage, ”Mike says gently. ”No, no, no, no however, I have other bills too. Like Utilities. If they only knew I was already on Food Stamps.
”When I was in my 20’s ”Ted said, as Cigarette smoke came out his nose. ”I had to start over.” ”I’M NOT IN MY TWENTIES,” I shout back. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry, as I feel tears rising. ”OH, that is your excuse. Your age.” ”Oh, please. What are you nuts? Of course. I don’t have three degrees and three designations like my husband. I barely finished High School.
”We can’t sell our property if we wanted to. ”Ted says as he pitches his cigarette butt over the deck railing. ”It is the worst recession since the 1930’s. This is not a time to sell property,” I scream at Ted.
Come a little closer you prick. I will kick you in the balls. ”All of us neighbors want you out.” ”REALY, REALY!! How would you sell your properties if my house falls down? And the field never get mowed. And there is a Big foreclosure sign on the Front Door.” I could feel the tears intensifying. I was not going to give Ted the pleasure of humiliating me.
I am not a Millennial that can scream ”FUCK YOU” in every sentence. Though it was the only word, I thought might shut him up. I waited for a response. There was an embarrassing silence.
”Well, you’re going to Foreclose anyway” says Ted, defiantly.