That was it.
No background check. No references. No long conversation about my failed marriage or my shaky finances.
I thanked him so many times that his expression finally changed.
“Stop thanking me,” he said. “Just pay on time.”
“I will.”
And I did.
We moved in with six boxes, two suitcases, and a mattress my sister gave us.
Trixie slept in the bedroom.
I slept on a narrow sofa in the living room.
The first night, rain tapped against the roof.
Trixie came out holding her blanket.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Too noisy?”
She nodded.
I lifted the blanket.
“Come here.”
She climbed beside me and rested her head against my shoulder.
“Do you like our new house?” she asked.
I looked around the tiny room.
“I think I will.”
“I like the tomatoes.”
“They’re not ours.”
“We can look at them.”
