Bella resigned herself to the eviction, said her Furniture Friend thought it a depressing place.
Furniture Friend rented a one bedroom purpose-built flat, and guess what? The flat underneath was on the market for rent. Furniture Friend wanted Bella to have same as she, not more she wanted Bella to move. Oh, and their neighbour? Was a pub.
It broke my heart to see this flat. A shared front door, a flimsy one at that. A boiler in the bedroom, a shower, not a bath.
I spoke with Husband, he was adamant, she could, ‘sling her hook.’
She had no money for a deposit, or a month’s rent in advance.
Husband and I paid it. He wanted her out of the modern, light, and airy three storey house, she was unhappy in, found depressing, not prepared to pay rent for. The new place was the exact same rent. She had been living cheaply, on us.
She packed her black bin bags, and left the coat-hangers swinging in the fitted wardrobe.
I took her redundant car, and parked it outside the flat. I drove her and her belongings to the new place, then helped her unpack. She had a cupboard in the living room for her clothes. I could have cried for her, but I didn’t. But the sick feeling? Jumbled, and tumbled in my stomach.
Husband paid Bella a visit, to see where his daughter now lived. Chastised her, for having only one working light bulb, in the dark and dingy flat. He went straight to the supplier to purchase light bulbs, because he loved her, still.