The old lady ain’t crying.
Maybe she’s worried about the sheriff standing there. Maybe she’s counting herself lucky that all she’s losing this time is the apartment.
“You don’t pay, you can’t stay,” the Greek landlord says to her like it’s some kind of philosophy.
Me, I don’t say nothing, but I try not to look at the drawings on the empty refrigerator, nor at the framed family photos on the TV, the ratty stuffed animals in the jam-packed kids’ rooms.
Joe and me work solid and quiet, getting it done while the old lady just stands there not crying.
Heartbreaking, and I’m not crying. Powerful use of details 🙂
A lot said in what’s not said.
So sad.
An entire life tossed onto the street. Heartbreaking!!!
Have a great day … Be Safe
Isadora 😎
Hard story, but well done.
How to tell the haves from the have nots. Good piece.