Annie drove home today, to her house in Ithaca, which bummed me out.
I ate lunch at Perkins Pancake House and sat in a booth. Behind me, having a cup of coffee, sat a man and woman who are married. From what I overheard, his mother is a real piece of work. I could not help but eavesdrop on them.
“How did she talk you into this?” the woman asked. “Here we are, barely making ends meet, and she talks you into buying her a television on credit. Then I get the payment book in the mail today with my name on it. You put the loan in my name without me being there. Why did you let her sign my name? And then she leaves this morning to drive back to Texas. Well, we’re not paying for this. Tell her to bring the TV back or make the payments herself.”
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This evening, Mike and I went to the movies. H
