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My husband was stalling before calling a professional. Ever since he lost his job, we were tight, financially speaking, and a house visit would be an extra burden on our faltering budget. As it was, I was finding it challenging to keep my spirits up.
Without the funds at my disposal, I kept procrastinating the inevitable. My to-do list grew longer and hardly anything got crossed off.
The doctor was too casual for a report as startling as the one he gave over.
I turned to the safe and placed my hand on the lock. With one robust yank, the old safe opened wide. It hadn’t even been locked!
I learned to tone down my expectations. All too often, we’ve fallen in with poor buys, bad tenants (or no tenants), unpaid rent and financial losses. Over the years, there have been more complications than I could enumerate.
“I’m not interested in long explanations!” the driver replied forcefully. “It’s not on my route and I will not stop!”
It was already nearly a year, and I nearly despaired of ever seeing the money. I kept trying to recover it, calling him periodically.


