uninvited guest.
We sat at the kitchen table.
Bradley spoke first.
His business had lost a major client.
Then another.
He borrowed against his house.
Then used credit cards.
Then invested in a development project that stalled.
Ashley’s parents had helped once.
Then refused to help again.
“How much debt?”
Bradley looked down.
“Two hundred and twelve thousand.”
I closed my eyes.
Ashley quickly said,
“It isn’t all debt.”
“That sentence usually means most of it is.”
“We had a plan.”
I looked at her.
“My house was the plan.”
