Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“The business accounts took longer than expected,” I said, leading her toward the living room where the morning light was weakest.
She set the pink box on the small cherry wood side table and sat down on the sofa, keeping her coat draped over her shoulders.
“Marcus told us what you did with your personal savings yesterday,” she said, her voice soft and perfectly modulated. “We are so grateful for everything you have sacrificed to keep this beautiful house in our family, Clare.”
She adjusted her pearls, her manicured fingers tracing the middle strand with a slow, deliberate touch.
“It was the only way to stop the Broad Street bank from proceeding with the foreclosure filing,” I said.
“Of course,” Evelyn said, leaning back against the cream cushions. “A family must always protect its legacy, especially when things become difficult.”
I watched her hand rest on her knee, her oval nails painted a pale pink that matched the bakery box.
“Marcus is very lucky to have a wife who understands the value of perseverance,” she added.
