“And you think you’ll win?”
“I’m willing to let a judge decide. Are you?”
Richard looked around. Nobody defended him.
“Fine!”
Sign, or I’ll take you to court.
“And I want an apology.”
He stared at me. “I’m sorry, Emma.”
“For what?”
“For refusing to pay and insulting you. I shouldn’t have done either.”
“And the kitchen window Tyler broke last month?”
I’m willing to let a judge decide.
Richard sighed. “Seriously?”
“I paid for that with money I’d saved for my brother’s shoes.”
He looked away. “Send me the receipt. I’ll cover it.”
I handed him a pen.
He signed an agreement promising payment within five business days.
I want an apology.
“I never wanted your money, Richard. I wanted you to understand that mine matters just as much.”
Then I walked home.
For once, I’d stood up to someone powerful without losing the little my family had left.
