She was his wife’s bitch sister

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You could have knocked me over with a feather when I found out that instead of just paying fines, he and Jane were looking at jail time.

One of his former staffers rolled on him and took a deal from the feds to testify. Brian and Jane had no choice but to take plea deals and both went to federal prison. Brian for ten years, Jane for three.

It was bad luck for them that the Department of Justice was run by a man loyal to the President, who wasn’t happy when Brian beat her out for the party’s nomination.

Regardless of what happened to them, at the end of the day, my marriage was over, and I had to move on.

*****

A year went by and I sold the house and moved to a less expensive suburb. I still drove my truck and still worked on elevators; surprising to me, I was in a good place after it all went down.

Then, that asshole Murphy showed up with his law in the form of Ginny at my doorstep.

“What do you want, Virginia?” I groaned.

“May I please come in, Viv?”

“It’s Viv now, huh? No sneer either. What do you want?”

“Please?”

She was crying. I sighed and motioned her in. I noticed a rusted older Toyota in my driveway.

“May I have some water, please?” she asked.

“No,” I gruffly answered and sat on my recliner.

Before she got to why she darkened my doorstep, she started sobbing.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs. I wasn’t interested in her issues, and I wasn’t going to console the bitch.

I watched her, and for the first time since I’d known her, she wasn’t wearing any makeup. Her designer clothes were also missing, and in their place was a pair of leggings and a scoop-necked t-shirt.

“I divorced the bastard,” she blurted after calming herself.

“So?”

“They were having an affair.”

I laughed, “No shit? I figured as much but could never prove it.”

She looked at me oddly, “I wondered if you knew.”

“No, but I suspected. There was too much I was kept in the dark about, and your ex made a comment or two that gave me pause.”

She nodded, and I sighed, longing to get her out of my house.

“I lost everything,” she whispered, hanging her head.

“And?”

She lifted her head and said, “I’m homeless.”

“And?”

She begged, “I…hoped…I mean, you’re my last hope. I’ve been living in my car for a week since the sheriff told me to leave my home.”

“For fuck’s sake, Ginny. You expect me to help you after shitting on me since the day we met?”

“No,” she said through tears. “I know I don’t deserve your help, but I don’t really have a choice. It’s taken me a week to build up the courage to ask.”

I looked at her more closely and shook my head. She looked dirty. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and it looked unclean and gross.

“When was the last time you had a shower?”

“The day I left my house. I’ve been washing in fast food restaurant bathrooms.”

‘Fuck!’ I yelled in my mind.

She was the queen of the bitches, but she was desperate. She had to be to ask for my help. I knew she didn’t have any family, and I assumed her friends went away when her money did.

I knew I had to do something to help. I couldn’t leave her homeless; it wasn’t in me to kick an injured dog like that. I surprised myself by making the decision so easily, however.

“Fine. I have a guest bedroom you can use until you’re back on your feet. The first sign of disrespect, and your ass is out the door.”

I could’ve just given her some money and sent her on her way, but that would only be a temporary fix. She may have had to come back again.

She didn’t answer; she started sobbing uncontrollably.

I stood and walked out to see what I was dealing with in her car.

I saw the temporary tags and wondered how much she paid for the rusted-out late ’90s shit box.

I expected to see piles of clothes in the back seat, but there was only a large suitcase.

She walked up from behind and explained, “The bankruptcy court liquidated everything we had of value. I was allowed to keep some older jewelry which I sold to buy that car and had a few dollars left over with which to eat.”

I turned and asked, “Everything is gone? You were fucking loaded.”

“When it all went down, all of our money went to lawyers and fines.”

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