“Don’t stay out too late. And remember, homework first when you get back,” I called after him as he stormed out the door, not waiting for my reply.
It was just another day in the life I’d been patching together since Silas left. Balancing the responsibilities of raising two kids alone while trying to keep a roof over our heads wasn’t easy.
My work at the call center helped, but it wasn’t exactly my dream job. It was a job, though, and in times like these, that’s all that mattered.
That’s when Emery, the new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. I opened it to see her, eyes red-rimmed, looking like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Hey, Prudence, can I ask you for a huge favor?” she said, her voice cracking slightly.
I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “Sure, Emery. What’s going on?”
She sighed, sinking into the couch like she was about to collapse. “I had this crazy party last night, and then I got called out of town for work. The place is a disaster, and I don’t have time to clean it up. Could you, um, help me out? I’ll pay you, of course.”
I hesitated, glancing at the clock. My shift was due to start in a couple of hours, but the idea of earning some extra cash was tempting. Lord knows we could use it.
“How much are we talking about?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” she said quickly. “I just really need the help, Prudence. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.”
“Alright,” I agreed after a moment. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” Emery hugged me quickly before rushing out, leaving me to wonder what I’d just signed up for.
Emery’s house was a wreck, and that’s putting it mildly. It looked like a tornado had blown through it, with empty bottles, plates with half-eaten food, and trash strewn everywhere.
I stood in the middle of her living room, hands on my hips, trying to figure out where to even begin.
Two days. It took me two solid days of scrubbing, sweeping, and hauling garbage out of that house. By the time I was done, my back ached, and my hands were raw. But I kept reminding myself of that $250 Emery promised. That money would go a long way for us.
When Emery finally got back, I marched over to her place, ready to collect.
“Emery, it’s done. Your house is spotless,” I said, trying to keep the exhaustion out of my voice. “So, about the payment…”
She blinked at me like I was speaking another language. “Payment? What payment?”
I frowned, my heart sinking a little. “The $250 you promised for cleaning up your house. Remember?”
Emery’s expression shifted into one of confusion, then annoyance. “Prudence, I never agreed to pay you anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For a moment, I just stood there, dumbfounded. “You… what? You said you’d pay me! We had an agreement.”
“No, we didn’t,” she snapped. “Look, I’m late for work, and I really don’t have time for this.” She pushed past me, heading towards her car.
“Emery, this isn’t right!” I called after her, but she was already backing out of her driveway, not giving me a second glance.
As I watched Emery’s car disappear down the street, I stood there, fuming. How could she just walk away like that?
Two days of back-breaking work, and she had the nerve to pretend like we never made a deal. I could feel my anger bubbling up, but I knew better than to act on impulse.
I went back to my house, slammed the door behind me, and paced the living room, trying to think. Connie was playing with her dolls on the floor, and Damien was still out with his friends. I didn’t want to drag my kids into this mess, but I also wasn’t about to let Emery get away with it.
“Alright, Prudence, you’ve got to be smart about this,” I muttered to myself. I looked out the window at Emery’s house and an idea started to form in my mind. It was risky, but I was beyond caring at that point. If she wanted to play dirty, I could get down in the mud too.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the local garbage dump, pulling on a pair of old gloves I kept in the car. I wasn’t proud of what I was about to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
I loaded up my trunk with as many garbage bags as I could fit, the stench nearly making me gag. But I gritted my teeth and kept going.
On the drive back, I kept replaying our conversation in my head, her dismissive tone, her refusal to acknowledge what she’d promised. The more I thought about it, the more justified I felt.
She didn’t even have the decency to respect the hard work I’d put into cleaning her filthy house. Well, she was about to see just how dirty things could get.
When I pulled up in front of Emery’s house, the street was quiet. No one was around to see me pop the trunk and start hauling the garbage bags to her front door. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me as I worked quickly.
It was then I realized something: Emery had forgotten to take her house key back from me. She was in such a hurry when she left, she didn’t even think about it.
I hesitated for a moment. But then I thought of the look on her face when she told me there was no agreement, the way she dismissed me like I was nothing. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was still spotless, just as I’d left it, but that was about to change. One by one, I tore open the garbage bags, dumping the contents all over her floors, her counters, and even her bed. Rotten food, old newspapers, dirty diapers: everything mixed in a disgusting heap.
“This is what you get, Emery,” I muttered under my breath as I emptied the last bag. “You wanted to play games, well, game on.”
I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and slipped the key under her welcome mat. As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange surge of satisfaction and guilt. But I shook it off. Emery had brought this on herself.
That evening, just as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard furious banging on my front door. I knew who it was before I even opened it.
“Prudence! What the hell did you do to my house?!” Emery screamed, her face red with anger.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, playing it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Emery. How could I have gotten into your house? We never had any agreement, remember? So, I never had the keys to your house.”
She stared at me, speechless for a moment, before her face twisted in rage. “You—you’re lying! I’m calling the police! You’re going to pay for this!”
I shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “Go ahead and call them. But how are you going to explain how I got in? You can’t because according to you, I never had the key.”
Emery opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. She looked like she was about to explode, but all she could do was turn on her heel and storm off, muttering something under her breath.
I watched her go, my heart still pounding, but this time it wasn’t just from anger. There was a sense of justice, of balance restored.
I didn’t know if she’d call the police, but I wasn’t worried. Emery had learned a valuable lesson that day: don’t mess with Prudence.
As I closed the door, I let out a long breath, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I’d crossed a line, but in that moment, it felt like the only way to make things right.
Sometimes, you have to stand up for yourself, even if it means getting your hands dirty. And as for Emery? Well, I had a feeling she wouldn’t be asking me for any more favors anytime soon.
Do you think I handled things well? What would you have done differently in my place?
Emotional last photo of Kris Kristofferson moves fans to tears
With Kris Kristofferson’s demise, a remarkable period has come to a close. He was not just a talented musician and composer, but also a poet who was able to express all of life’s true feelings, including love, loss, and everything in between.
Numerous hearts were moved by his poignant voice and strong remarks.
And now, his farewell image has his fans in tears.
The devastating news of Kris Kristofferson’s passing has left a void in my heart.
His influence on those of us who grew up listening to his music feels unreplaceable. Now that Willie Nelson is the last member of The Highwaymen still alive, we are reminded of a time that is passing away and that influenced American music and culture.
But Kristofferson’s life extended well beyond his membership in the storied country supergroup. His career took off in the 1960s, and he wrote timeless hits like “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down,” “Help Me Make It Through the Night,” and “For the Good Times.” He had roots in both Texas and Sweden. His lyrics were poetry that expressed the human predicament in all its unadulterated glory rather than merely lyrics to tunes.
Most guys would need twelve lifetimes to do what Kris did in just one. In addition to being a multi-platinum performer, he was a shining figure on screen, costarring with Barbra Streisand in A figure Is Born (1976), for which he won a Golden Globe.
“He was unique in his way.”
“I saw Kris perform for the first time at the Troubadour club in Los Angeles. “I knew he was something special,” Streisand, who costarred with him, wrote on Instagram. “He looked like the ideal fit for a script I was drafting, which became into A Star Is Born, because he was barefoot and strumming his guitar.”
In addition, Kristofferson was a Rhodes scholar, an Army ranger, a helicopter pilot, and most importantly, a storyteller. Channing Wilson, a country music musician from Georgia, stated it so beautifully on Instagram: “Kris, you left this world better than you found it.” His work touched generations of people.
Even more amazing than the pictures and music was Kris’s heart. He supported gender equality and civil rights as social justice causes. He continued to be involved in collecting money and publicity for causes like the United Farm Workers (UFW) even in his latter years.
Last Instagram picture On September 28, Chris went away quietly at home in Maui, Hawaii. The reason of death was not stated.
Fans immediately showered Kris’s Instagram with accolades, recounting how his music had impacted their own lives. But the image that really touched people was his final one, which was posted online by legendary country music performer Tanya Tucker in April of this year.
Kris and Tanya, who stand next to each other in the picture, symbolize the heyday of country music. Kris is grinning subtly while sporting a Muhammad Ali T-shirt. Even if his formerly rugged features have softened with age, the man’s spirit is still evident. The youthful, handsome man with a beard is no more, but what’s left is a legend – a man whose presence is palpable even in his advanced years.
Just a few months before he passed away, fans had one more chance to see the guy they adored in one farewell photo. Kris Kristofferson was defined by his quiet strength and his glint in his eye.
Thus, let’s remember this American icon by playing his timeless music throughout the day and offer our condolences and prayers to Kris’s family at this trying time.
Tell the people who knew Kris this tale, and let’s all join in honoring his amazing legacy.
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