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(Page 4 of 6) the trailer by Jim Vaughn
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Sally thought of her beautiful house on the street lined with the big maples, that had been there since before her time.
Sally thought of the beautiful cherry cabinets she had spent 3 weeks picking them out. She had waited 5 weeks for delivery when they had remodeled the kitchen.
She thought also of the grand dining room with its ornate crystal chandelier, gracefully swaying as the breeze gently blew in from the verandah.
The loss of her house that she had invested so much time making over to fit her image, was devastating. But no more than the thought of losing track of the people, and friends she had grown close to in the neighborhood.
As Sally sat there thinking about what he said, she wondered where the money had went. Sally had stock options from her retirement plan that she cashed in and invested into Paul's business.
The inheritance Sally had received when her grandmother had passed away was not substantial, but was enough that it would have seen her through the worst of times, until she could get back on her feet.
But that too was gone, Paul explained that he had invested it in equipment, and materials for jobs that had either come in over budget, or late. The incredible amount of overhead he had at his office was draining them, Paul explained.
Sally thought to herself, the trailer is paid for, I can grow my own vegetables,
I can survive without having to beholden to another person for my the rest of my life. Sally, told Paul she would take the trailer, and she that never wanted see him again.
The deal struck, Sally busied herself by packing away all her fine china and roaming through the house contemplating the things she would keep. She decided that she would store the dining set, and her Louis the lV chair at her aunt's house until she had a place to put them again.
Sally then held a garage sale getting rid of the bed she had once shared with her husband, she knew she would never sleep in it again. Sally sold everything she could, donating the rest to charities.
As Sally packed the last bag into her car, she readied herself for her trip to her new home. She looked back on the house which had once meant so much to her, but now reminded her of the darkest hours of her life. Sally felt relief, that she would never feel the pain of that moment again.
Sally told me, that during the day she was lonely, she listened to the radio, watching the wind blow through the trees kicking dust devils up on the dirt road that ran between all the other trailers.
I explained to her the sale of the house, and the additional monies I had found hidden in offshore accounts.
Sally was thrilled that I had found his hidden assets, I saw the same glimmer of revenge in her eyes like when she had described Melanie with her swollen eye.
Sally had limited funds in the first place, the money would be helpful in her survival, and was necessary, for purchasing the stuff she couldn't grow in her garden. I asked her how it was she ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet had the technology to be so in touch with her friends.
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