”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.”
”But, I, uh I have been on my property here for over years, Mike. And yes, I need help. Money. I need Money. You’re not here to help me? ”No. Mike ain’t here to help you. You need to leave.” Ted says as he rolls his eye.
Suddenly, I couldn’t bear to look at Ted. I just wanted to shove him under a bus. Ted was the neighbor when you are on vacation and cuts down your favorite tree….in your yard. Or the neighbor who claimed you were one inch on their property and he was going to sue you or throw a rock at that damn Heat Pump that is too noisy. The one neighbor I tried to avoid. And here he is standing on my deck without being asked. NOT GOOD.
”Leave and go where, Ted?” ”Jillie, that’s not our problem.” Ted smirked. ”Mike, okay, ” I say, I force a smile. Either way, yes, I did make a mistake, that, and yes. I fixed it. Hey, 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, no however, I have others bills too, like utilities.”
If they only knew I was already on food stamps.