Phillip said weakly that he was sure the team would win. Melinda was practically shouting as she said that was all their savings.
I covered my mouth with my hand. Phillip had lost fifteen thousand dollars gambling.
He desperately promised to win it back because he had a system. Melinda’s sharp laughter rang in my ears.
She said his system got them into my house three years ago. Phillip tried to soothe her by saying he would pay it all back.
He said he could ask me for a favor. Melinda snapped that she had had enough of favors and did not want to be more dependent on me.
I carefully placed the bag of vegetables on the counter. My heart pounded.
He was gambling again and had lied to me. There was no overtime.
The bedroom door flew open. I barely had time to turn to the refrigerator.
Melinda stormed out and slammed the door. She stopped when she saw me and said I was back already.
Her eyes were red from rage and her hair was disheveled. I asked what was for dinner and said I bought everything for a casserole.
Melinda stared at me for a few seconds. She shook her head and said she was leaving.
She grabbed her bag and rushed out. I exhaled slowly as Phillip emerged from the bedroom looking pale.
He asked if I heard everything. I nodded and asked how he could lose fifteen thousand dollars.
He lowered his eyes like a little boy. He mumbled that he thought he would get lucky this time.
I took his hand and begged him not to do this anymore. He promised to quit but we both knew it was a lie.
I told him to go rest and that I would call him when dinner was ready. I went back to cooking but Rosie’s words echoed in my head.
I knew Melinda’s anger would eventually spill over onto me. Dinner was eaten in an oppressive silence.
Phillip barely touched his food. Skyler tried to lighten the mood but quickly gave up.
After dinner, I washed dishes while Phillip watched TV. Melinda returned around ten and she was not alone.
She was laughing with a woman named Jessica. Melinda said Phillip was probably asleep and the old woman was unlikely to stick her nose out.
I stood frozen in my bedroom doorway. I wondered if she was talking about me.
Jessica asked if it was cramped living with her husband’s mother. Melinda said it was temporary because they had almost saved enough for a house.
She was lying. Melinda said I stick my nose into everything and that I was a grandmother stereotype.