Lily
I SPENT a sleepless night in my apartment above the flower shop. More than once I questioned my refusal of Jerome’s offer to get me a room at the bed-and-breakfast in case the robbers came back. I didn’t want to rely on anyone’s charity. They hadn’t stolen anything, not even the hundred dollars in the till. It didn’t feel like a break-in.
Not a real one.
I did need help, and I’d finally broken down enough to make the phone call and ask. Now I had to add "fix door" to my long list, and I realized I couldn’t do it alone. It wasn’t really charity, but more a small favor—a simple loan that I’d totally repay. I could accept a favor from a man I supported more than once in his life. My ex-boyfriend Mark should have known how difficult it was for me to ask for help, but that didn’t make his refusal easier to swallow.
"You told me you would cosign on a loan if I needed one."