he’d said, motioning to the peeling linoleum of Mom’s old floor. “We’ll pay the loan back when the house sells, don’t worry about it.” So, like so many things, I let him talk me out of my worries and just trusted him. He was right: a bidding war between two newlywed couples ensued, and we closed at 2% over asking. After we pay the loan back, I’ve got almost 3 years’ worth of my old salary in the bank. “Not that it’s a good thing, you know, having your mom die,” Silas says, the night of the sale, “but it’s definitely a silver lining. Especially since she didn’t have life insurance.” “Yeah,” I sigh, and look around his apartment. With my stuff piled here in the living room, even though I still don’t have much, the place looks even smaller. “Maybe we should think about a new place ourselves. When your lease is up, I mean.” Suddenly, I realize how forward this sounds. I blush. “Uh…you know, if you want to. I can just get my own place if you don’t….”
