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“Let me in, Walter, please. In the future let me try to help, let me be part of building our new life together.”
“I don’t know what that’s going to look like once I pay them,” he said. “The bank will take this house from us too. They’ll want to recover whatever losses they can.”
“I’ll call on family in Barstow. I’ll call my mother and see if we can stay there until we sort things out,” Sylvia said.
“You haven’t seen your mother since your grandmother died.”
“Now’s as good a time as ever,” Sylvia said, forcing a smile.
“I love you, Lamb Chop,” he said, squeezing her hand.
“I love you too,” she said, and she meant it.
