PART 12 – When the Family Began Hearing About the Miller Property, I Had to Decide Whether I Would Keep Apologizing for a Life We Had Earned Ourselves

The news traveled more slowly than I expected.

Stacy did not call again that week.

Kim sent a short message asking whether the house was really ours.

I replied that it was.

She asked whether we had bought it through an agent.

I explained that it had been sold at the county auction.

She did not ask anything else.

For a few days, I thought the matter might end there.

Then Judy called.

I was folding laundry when the phone rang.

Her name appeared on the screen.

I stared at it for a moment before answering.

"Hello, Judy."

"How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

She told me she was doing well.

She asked about the hospital.

She mentioned a family member who had been under the weather.

We talked about ordinary things.

I began to relax.

Then she asked whether Nate had been busy with repair work.

"Very busy," I said.

"He's always been hardworking."

I folded a towel.

"Yes, he has."

There was a pause.

Then Judy said she had heard something about a property.

My fingers stopped moving.

"The old Miller place?"

"Yes."

I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"We bought it at the auction."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Her voice was not angry.

That almost made the question harder.

I had prepared myself for criticism.

I had not prepared myself for the possibility that she might feel excluded.

"We wanted to make sure everything went through," I said.

"But you could have told us you were looking."

I looked at the towel in my lap.

"We didn't want anyone to think we needed help."

Judy was quiet.

I could hear something moving in the background, perhaps a cupboard closing.

"Did you think we would assume that?"

I did not know how to answer.

The honest answer was that I had been afraid of being judged.

I had been afraid someone would say we could not afford the property.

I had been afraid the family would compare our choices with the help they had given the others.

And I had been afraid that mentioning our plans would make us look as though we were asking for money.

"I wasn't sure," I said.

Judy sighed softly.

"Well, I'm glad you found something."

"Thank you."

"How much work does it need?"

"Quite a lot."

"That sounds difficult."

"It is."

We spoke for a few more minutes.

She asked whether the roof was sound.

I told her Nate had inspected the exterior and that we were dealing with the repairs one at a time.

She said she hoped we would not overwork ourselves.

I thanked her.

Then the call ended.

I sat on the bed for a while.

Nothing terrible had happened.

Judy had not accused us of anything.

She had not criticized the purchase.

She had simply wanted to know why we had kept it quiet.

I could have been relieved.

Instead, I felt guilty.

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