That became our life.
I worked mornings at the dental office and took evening shifts at a bakery three nights a week.
Trixie stayed with my sister when I worked late.
Money was always tight, but I learned how to stretch it.
I bought groceries with coupons.
I patched my shoes instead of replacing them.
I learned which bills could wait three days and which ones could not.
Still, the rent was paid first.
So, on the first of every month, I wrote Mr. Alvarez a check, walked across the yard, and slid it under his back door. That was our whole system.
He never gave me a receipt, and I never asked for one.
Mr. Alvarez kept to himself.
He spent most mornings watering his plants. Sometimes, he fixed things around the property before I even knew they were broken.
Once, he repaired the loose step outside my door.
“You could have told me,” he said.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
