“I am the same age as you are. Are you ready to go into a senior citizen home? You have a trust fund Cecilia. Are you telling me that you will not help me financially to save the house? The house is all I got. What part of I have no education and bad credit are you not hearing? Where am I going to live? I have to save the house just to survive in the coming years.”
I can hear the hysteria in my voice, as I spread my hands and arms away from my body, with furrow brow. I might add. Cecilia didn’t react. Silence betwen us. My face is hot and my ears are pounding as my blood pressure rises.
With a deep breath. Gently I say, “You know I will pay you back after the house sells.”
“It is causing you so much stress Jillie just dump it and move on with your life.” She said boorishly.
I raise my head in disbelief. ”Cecilia is this your way of saying your not going to help me?” Great. Just great. Talking to her was like spitting in the ocean. My words meant nothing to her, as I guess our friendship, didn’t either. I know if it was reversed I would help my friend in need and talk not just brush me off.
“It is what it is.” She said looking down at her tea and dunking and redunking her tea bag over and over until I stopped her. I leaned back in my sit and shook my head. “So, now I understand when I told you Nick had left. And I don’t even know, if you know that you smiled, when I said the attorney is leaving. Who smiles at someone’s pain?
“I never realized before Cecilia how jealous you were of me? But I do now. I also know that you are a Fairweather friend.”
She refused to look at me.
My anger was spreading like cheat grass.
Cecilia was cheapter than table salt.