Ruby and Isabel had landed smack dab in the middle of a rather disturbing conversation between a mother and son.
Your aunt just called. She set you up with someone.
Is it to open? Is it to squeeze? Is it to scoop? And is it to start? It's just how much.
Girl, you need to go back for the blind date right now. The mother said excitedly.
The son complained, Mom, if CC gets the surgery, she'll be fine.
Why would I go on a blind date?
Her voice sharpened.
Didn't you hear? The surgery costs $75,000 plus follow-up care.
Where will we get that money?
The son was quiet for a second.
We could sell the condo. She bought it with her own money before we got married.
We are not selling the condo, Rod. The mother snapped.
If she dies, you'll have a place to live. Without it, you'll have nothi
