Laura and I visited a solicitor who wrote to Mr Big I Am, concerning the withdrawal from her commitment to his house. Mr Big I Am, was happy for Laura to vacate the house. He paid back her money in full. I thought him reasonable, thought he wanted to show that money was nothing to him. I thought wrong. Mr Big I Am still had a strong hold on Laura. He would not to let her go. She was meeting him on the quiet.
Laura and I went to the estate agent. We found a two bedroom, three storey modern house, with skylights and courtyard. It would suit, just fine.
Without solicitor involvement, we made a contract between the three of us: Husband, me and Laura. We worked out a percentage of ownership equating to the money each one put down. Husband and I took out the mortgage. Laura was to pay a small amount of rent to help with the cost.
With paint brushes and carpet cleaner, off I went to spruce up the place. Laura would help, but ran errands instead. We bought furniture, mirrors and plaques. Her sister brought an empty wine rack to fill a nook or cranny. Laura had a parking space in the courtyard, she parked her car in that.
She had everything: her own home, a career, friends, money in her pocket, a supporting family. And yet? It all was nothing to her, because New Girl now resided with Mr Big I Am.
We had bought a bright and sunny house to welcome our lonely, and unbeknown to us, depressed girl.
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