Finally, I just settle on a simple ponytail. Before I can decide whether I should attempt make-up, there’s a knock at the door. I crack the door and peek to see who it is, but the landlord’s face is red, so I open the door without delay. “Mila, you’re three months behind on rent. I need a payment,” he barks at me. “I know, Mr. Welsh. I’m really sorry, but I’ll have a partial payment after tonight. I got a job and I’ll bring you everything I make.” I’m hoping he understands the desperation in my voice. “It’s not enough. You’ve had three months and I need payment in full—now!” He’s really angry, I’ve never seen him like this. “Please, I know it’s not perfect, but I’m in school and I just got this job. I promise, I will work as much as it takes to get back on track. Can I just have more time?” “I can’t.
