I made coffee in the kitchen, took my cup, and went to sit on the balcony. Another beautiful day awaited. Weather wise, at least. We were looking for a high of eighty-five and not a cloud in sight. I felt like I wanted to enjoy my balcony time because it was quickly going to end. Since Mama’s house was going to be torn down, we couldn’t stay with her. Indeed, she was staying with Bill and Shelly—and we couldn’t stay with them either.
I would have to go back on public housing, which meant I had to go to the housing authority office and fill out the forms again and get back on the list and wait for something to become available. Only God knew where we’d wind up when our fate rested with the housing authority folks. I could also just pack my bags and do something crazy like go to California.
It’s funny, that feeling when your whole world is crumbling around you. Every little thing takes on a bright intensity. Everything hurts a bit more than it should.