“What happens after that?”
“I get another job.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
“But I have experience.”
“Who else was let go?”
“Almost everyone.”
She started pacing.
“That’s worse.”
“Why?”
“Because now all of you are competing for the same jobs.”
“Somewhat, yes.”
“Evan, our mortgage is huge.”
“We can pay it.”
“For how long?”
I stared at her.
“Marissa.”
“What?”
“You are talking like we have eleven dollars left.”
“You just lost your income.”
“I lost a job.”
“Not my ability to work.”
She crossed her arms.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of.”
That confused me.
“What?”
She immediately looked away.
