Chapter 3I live in a small two-bedroom condo, a mile from McGill. I bought it because I figured if I ever needed money, I could rent out the second bedroom. Or I could use it as an office if my consulting work got busy. It stretched my budget, but I’ve already paid off fifteen years of the mortgage. It would have been paid off in another five, but the refinancing added another two or three years, even though I had paid some of that back.
I had started refinancing it when Mom was sick, but she died before I could use all the money. It made it a little more expensive, but the tension it had relieved in my life was well worth it.
Rachel came to my place the next night. I fixed a Mediterranean dish that I’d always loved: lemon chicken and an arugula salad with almonds. I also made a rice and
