Still, her body groaned in protest as she slowly rolled onto her side and pushed up into a sitting position. She hadn’t set eyes on her tenants since Saturday, although a few times she’d heard them come and go via the outside stairs. Not even the sound of their TV filtered through her walls. In a way, it was a relief. She made her way out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, glancing over to where her purse sat on the counter. The money they’d given her was tucked inside the zippered interior side pocket where she kept her tampons. I need to run to the bank and deposit that. She didn’t like having that much cash on hand. She’d put the security deposit part of it in her savings account where it would stay, untouched. The rest of it would go straight into her business account so she could pay bills, with some held back as cash to pay Jenny. As she tried to stretch, her muscles protested.
