“I will.”
And I did.
We moved in with six boxes, two suitcases, and a mattress my sister gave us.
Trixie slept in the bedroom.
I slept on a narrow sofa in the living room.
The first night, rain tapped against the roof.
Trixie came out holding her blanket.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Too noisy?”
She nodded.
I lifted the blanket.
“Come here.”
She climbed beside me and rested her head against my shoulder.
“Do you like our new house?” she asked.
I looked around the tiny room.
“I think I will.”
“I like the tomatoes.”
“They’re not ours.”
“We can look at them.”
That became our life.
I worked mornings at the dental office and took evening shifts at a bakery three nights a week.
Trixie stayed with my sister when I worked late.
Money was always tight, but I learned how to stretch it.
I bought groceries with coupons.
