”No.” He looked at me frowning. His heavy gray, black, eyebrows peaked into a frown. ”No. Your neighbor Ted sent us a letter saying that he wanted to sell.” ”Oh, Ted.” ”Yes. Do you want to sell?”
My heart was bouncing. I swung my legs back and forth on the tail gate of my beat up old red truck. Was this a fairy GodFather or did TED alert all the neighbors that hated me… right now to sell!!!
My mind is racing of course. I am struggling, but I am not about to just give my property away. After all there is the lien from the attorney. ”I don’t no.” I said, to him. ”Well, here is my card. Your neighbor has arrange a meeting for you all, where I will talk further about this opportunity.”
He put one leg down off the tailgate of my truck. ”I never did get your name” he said. I just nodded and he started back down the hill. I layed back on the back of the tailgate. Confused and Angry. So, now here it is 3 almost 4 years later. Exhausting, mentally, physically, of hanging on to the last bit fighting to the end as they say. Only to realize… I didn’t once think about when the fight was over.
Now, I have a new fear. Pennies to live on. And where to live?? I can’t even afford to live in my own neighborhood.