tired,â he said, shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth. âThatâs why I brought it in. Look!â He pointed to a corner of the living room where he had dragged our tiny four-foot tree from the deck shed. I sighed. âMom, everyone has Christmas lights up. Even the Bat Lady has a tree in her front window. Can we decorate it?â
I was defeated. He opened his mouth to say more but I cut him off. âTry doing some homework while I make dinner and then you can decorate some of it.â He dashed down the hallway and I walked to the end table by the sofa to make room for the tree.
âMom, do you think Santa will bring me fairy wings so I can fly?â Haley asked.
She was stalling. âI donât know, babe. You need to start your homework.â
âI hate homework,â she said, blowing out crumbs as she talked.
âAll you have to do is practice writing a letter,â I said. âWhat is it today?
S
?â
She folded her arms. âNo. Itâs
r
and I hate
r
. Itâs too hard and nothing good starts with
r
.â
I cleared the lamp and a picture from the table and set them on the floor. âLots of good things start with
r
. Rain.â
âI donât like rain,â she said, finishing the cookie. âIt gets me wet.â
I spread the tablecloth over the end table and set the tree on top of it. It was a sad and pitiful little thing. âHow about rabbit?â
âI like rabbits,â she said, tearing open the bag of cookies.
I took the bag from her and put it on the sofa. âThen think of rabbits as you practice your
r
âs.â She started to whine as I pulled and plumped each branch on the tree. âDonât start whining, Haley. It never gets you anywhere. Go practice your
r
âs. You could have had them done by now.â Her shoulders deflated and she huffed away.
âMom!â Zach yelled from his room. âI need help with this.â
I sighed. Each evening was the same as I was torn in a dozen directions at onceâdinner, cleaning, homework, laundry, bills, and tonight, decorating the Christmas tree. Iheard my name at least fifty times a night. I pulled a jar of spaghetti sauce from a cabinet and opened it. âCan it wait until after dinner?â
âYou told me to do homework now.â
âHold on,â I said, pouring the sauce into a pan. I began to fill another pan with water when someone knocked on the door. I turned the water off and walked out of the kitchen. I could see through the window at the top of the door that it was my landlord. I was late with Decemberâs rent.
âHi, Ed,â I said, opening the door. âIâm sorry Iâm late with my check. I can get rent to you by the end of the week.â
His face was blank and I knew something was wrong. âChristine, Iâm sorry,â he said. I felt my heart sink and knew what was coming. âIâve always been willing to work with you but youâve only paid partial payments for the last four months.â
I stepped outside so the kids couldnât hear. âI know but I always catch up. You know I do.â
He looked down at the sidewalk and pushed a pinecone out of the way with his foot. âAt first you did and I worked with you as best I could. Iâve raised the rent on the other units eight months ago but kept yours the same. I know itâs tough to pay bills on your own but I have to pay the mortgage on these units and I just donât see how you can catchup now.â He handed me a letter. âIâll need you to be out by the end of January.â I couldnât find enough air in my lungs to push out a word. âIâm sorry.â
I watched him drive away and my legs felt heavy on the stairs. I had no idea how to pick them up and walk back into the house. For a fleeting moment I thought of calling my mother but let the thought pass. She wasnât in the position to dole out
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