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Standing at the countertop with its uneven tiling and it’s sad droopy top, I stared Dick down. He had trouble meeting my eyes at first, but then he looked straight at me and lied through his teeth. He leaned across the counter and snarled, â€œI say the house is done.â€
â€œWith no garage doors? With no glass panel in the front door? (the wind was blowing through the space where the panel should be while we were standing there. I had put cardboard in it previously but took it out before Dick got there for the dramatic effect of wind blowing through the house). The toilets and sinks are different colors, the lights on the outside are not the ones I ordered, there are no appliances, I could go on and on.â€
He leaned across the island and stared me in the eyes, â€œIf I were you, I’d release that last draw so you won’t have to deal with me anymore.â€
I felt a chill go down my spine. My trigger finger twitched nervously on my cell phone. We were all alone in a half finished house on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere and he is a lot stronger than I am. I sighed dramatically.
â€œFineâ€, I said. â€œI’ll call the mortgage broker as soon as you leave an tell her to cut you a check.â€
â€œYou betterâ€, he said walking out the front door, leaving it open even though it was about 20 degrees. I pulled out my phone and showed him it through the window and then dialed the number of my attorney.
He wasn’t getting one more dime of my hard earned money. There was no way in HELL that I was going to release that last draw!
to be continued…