I Walked Into A Jewelry Shop To Sell My Mother’s Necklace Until The Jeweler Turned Pale

I was three days late on rent, one formal warning from my landlord away from being told to vacate, and in possession of eleven dollars and some change in my checking account. My temp agency had cut my hours without explanation, which is the kind of thing temp agencies do, not cruelly, just indifferently, the way weather is indifferent. I had a half-eaten continue reading …