Chapter 9
“I’M AFRAID I’M GOING to have to call your line of credit due, Mrs. Lazore.” Riley braced herself for the inevitable blow up from the third grade teacher, who’d made her elementary school life hell.
“Young lady, I have had this line of credit with the pharmacy for fifteen years. I’ve never been late with a payment, never had a single complaint from Molly Montgomery. What is the meaning of this?”
“Yes ma’am, I understand. But as you might have heard, the pharmacy flooded a couple of weeks ago. Repairs are going to be costly, so I’m sure you understand why I’m doing this.”
“That’s what insurance is for,” the woman insisted.
And thank God for it. As Molly owned the building, her property insurance was dealing with the physical damage from the flood. But Riley still had the head
