The car had stalled twice on the way there.
He asked me three questions: “Did I smoke?” “Did I have a dog?” “Was the little girl mine?”
“No, no, and yes,” I replied.
Mr. Alvarez looked at Trixie again.
She stepped closer to me and held my hand.
Then he said, “$800 a month. First of the month. No lease, because I don’t like paperwork.”
I nearly cried right there in the driveway.
Eight hundred dollars was less than half of what anything else in that city cost.
“Is there a deposit?” I asked.
“No.”
“Application fee?”
“No.”
“Do you need proof of income?”
He stared at me.
“Can you pay $800?”
“Yes.”
“Then move in Saturday.”
That was it.
No background check. No references. No long conversation about my failed marriage or my shaky finances.
I thanked him so many times that his expression finally changed.
“Stop thanking me,” he said. “Just pay on time.”
