“What an inspiring story,” she said, touching my hand. “Women of your generation are made of steel. I aspire to have your strength.”
She charmed me. I admit it without shame. Jessica conquered me just as she conquered Matt.
Two months later, she came to see me alone. She seemed nervous. She was playing with her hands.
“Mrs. Catherine, I need to ask you a favor. I am so embarrassed, but I am trying to launch my own consulting business, and the bank denied my loan. Matt does not know because I do not want to worry him. I know it is a lot to ask, but could you lend me $2,500? I will pay you back in six months with interest if you want.”
She looked down with glassy eyes.
“I understand if you say no. I have no right to ask you this, but you are the only person I trust.”
I had those savings tucked away for emergencies, money I had gathered selling homemade pies on weekends for years after Henry died. But Jessica seemed so sincere, so vulnerable.
“I do not need interest,” I told her. “You are practically family.”
She hugged me, crying.
“Thank you, Mrs. Catherine. You do not know what this means to me. I swear I will pay you back.”
