Mom folded her hands and gave me that careful expression people use before asking for something they know they shouldn’t.
“So,” she began, “we need a little favor.”
Ron explained that Megan had found a car she loved, but the bank wanted a stronger co-signer. Megan’s credit was shaky after missed payments. Ron had recently refinanced his business loan. Mom said my credit had always been “the good one.”
I looked at all three of them and genuinely wondered if the nausea medication was making me hallucinate.
“You came here,” I said slowly, “while I’m in chemo… to ask me to co-sign a car loan?”
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