“Alright. Please, let me know. Thank you.” Mother said all in a breath and then hung up.
I was anxious to know what the outcome of the call was but the sad look on her face gave me all the answers I needed — it didn't work out either.
“What did the man say?” I asked, watching her slump on the small couch in the room.
“He said he doesn't have enough cash to make any investments right now. Maybe in five months, he would…”
“Five months? Mother, we need to get a potential investor before the weekend. And he's talking about five months?”
“I know. I know…” Mother whimpered, facepalming herself. “And he was our last hope. At this point, I don't know what else to do.” Her grief and stress were beginning to eat her up. I shouldn't add to it.
I stood and joined her on the couch. I made her
