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    “Yes, she is.”
    “Good, give this to her. She knows the routine.” I toss the envelope on the counter and walk out, feeling each of my heavy footsteps hit the cold tile floor of the hospital or my personal hell.
    My phone’s been vibrating like crazy in my pocket and when I flop down in the driver’s seat of my truck, I finally pull it out. Rhett’s name covers the screen; instead of reading through them, I type out a quick message letting him know I’ll meet him at our favorite pizza place for lunch.
    My boss is more than easy going about me taking time off for my grandpa. I guess my dedication and nearly perfect track record paid off. I strum the steering wheel while driving to the bank to make the next payment. We’ve had to mortgage everything to our damn eyeballs, but by damn if I’ll lose grandpa’s small place while he’s around. A dim hope flickers low in my gut that I want it for myself, forever to raise my own family there.
    A demented laugh escapes me as I wheel into the parking lot. As the thought quickly floated into my mind, it then vanished. It’s just not a reality at all and never will be with the lifestyle I’ve chosen.
    “Mr. Rivers, can I help you?” I look up to the middle-aged brunette loan officer smiling back at me and give her a quick nod while plucking the thick envelope from my back pocket.
    “Just another payment.” The thick envelope stuffed with bills slaps the dark marble counter.
    “Excellent.” She makes quick work of pulling the hundred dollar bills from the envelope and counting them.
    My foot taps out a rhythmic beat on the floor while waiting on her.
    “This is four thousand, three hundred dollars, Zane, and it looks like we need a payment of six thousand, seven hundred twenty dollars to keep the account up to date.”
    “Yeah.” Minor problem, I think to myself. “I’ll get it to you by the end of next week.”
    Her shoulders slump. “I’m afraid we’ll need it sooner to avoid the foreclosure process.”
    “It’s just a few days away.”
    “This next Monday by five. I’m sorry, that’s all I can give you.” She pushes the envelope back to me.
    I stiffen into an upright position. “So you can’t even take this and put it on the account?”
    “If I do, then you’ll be charged with two past due fees instead of one.”
    “Fuck,” I growl. “See you Monday then.”
    The anger raging in me gets the best of me as I slam open the door. The sound of the metal handle crashing into the sheetrock soothes me a bit. Then my fist flies into the brick wall of the bank. The pain is numbing and addictive at the same time. My phone rings and then vibrates over and over. I know Rhett won’t take no for an answer.
    I pull my phone and send a text, but it’s not to him.
    Me: Need company tonight?
    I toss my cellphone on the leather bench seat and drive to the pizza place. When I pull in, it’s packed with overflowing customers sitting outside on the deck under umbrellas. I spot Rhett and Oliver tossing back a few beers and chatting. My cellphone vibrates in my hand as I saunter in.
    Sheila: Always, sweetie.
    Me: Midnight, too late?
    Sheila: Not for you.
    Sheila: Can a friend join?
    Me: Only if I get to spend the night and entertain you two all night long.
    Sheila: See you at midnight. Behave and be ready.
    The entrance to the joint is packed with all sorts of fucking annoying tourists and rich kids who are home for the summer. With my temper damn near at a boiling point, I decide to hop over the low fence. Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I grip onto the top of the metal railing and leap over it.
    “Zane, about damn time.” Rhett waves his beer bottle in the air.
    I nod back and weave between the tables of customers. Just the presence of other people my age enjoying light conversations with no worries on their minds makes me fucking stir crazy.
    “How’s he doing?” Rhett asks.
    “Same.” My voice is flat and annoyed.
    “Go grab him a beer,”