But he always refused, which made me feel just a bit guilty. Still, it wasn'tallbad, considering that I was saving nearly every penny, just in case he ever changed his mind about selling the house.
And now in the bedroom, I waited to hear what he'd say about my interview. Midland was only forty minutes away, definitely within commuting distance.
To me, this was good news. And yet, Brody said nothing.
I waited for a long, tense moment, thinking that he'd eventually saysomething.But he never did.
Was he even listening?
I tried again. "And the pay is pretty good, too."
With an obvious lack of enthusiasm, he said, "Good to know."
Was it?
Ithought so. But Brody's reaction wasn't what I'd been hoping for. I asked, "Aren't you excited?"
With a wry laugh, he said, "Not at the moment."
I frowned in the darkness. "Why not?"
"Because I know what you're gonna say next."
"You do not."
"Sure I do," he said. "You're gonna make another play for the house."
Another play?With a sound of annoyance, I said, "What, like it's some sort of game?"
"Listen," he said. "Just let it go, alright?"
I didn't want to let it go. But I also realized that when it came to the house, Brody held all the cards. This had been true right from the beginning, and maybe I'd been naïve to think that anything had changed.
Still, I felt like hurling my pillow across the room. The whole thing was beyond frustrating, especially now, when I'd come up with an exciting new idea for paying the monthly mortgage – assuming that I ever got to that point.
My idea – and I still thought it was a good one – was to get a couple of roommates to share expenses. It was a decent plan, one I probably I should've come up with sooner.
The house was huge and located right on the beach. Soon, the place would have double the bathrooms, a brand-new kitchen, and loads of extra closet space.
With all of the new features, I'd have no trouble at all finding a couple of gals to move in and split expenses.
They could pay me a set monthly amount for rent, and I could use that rent to pay for a big chunk of the mortgage. The rest of it, I could cover on my own.
It wouldn’t even be that hard.
But I was getting ahead of myself, wasn't I?
Until I had an actual job – as opposed to merely an interview – I'd never qualify for a mortgage in the first place, even if Brodydidagree to sell.
Reluctantly, I decided to table the house discussion for another time,afterI had a job offer in-hand. Until that point, Brody and I would only be arguing for nothing.
But there was something Icouldget answers on. "So about your grandparents," I said, "you never did tell me. Why didn't you ever get to know them?"
With no trace of a smile, he said, "Trust me. You don't want to know."
Judging from the tone of his voice, he wasn't any happier withthissubject than the last one. Or maybe he was still irritated about the house.
Buy hey, I was getting irritated, too. And my question was perfectly reasonable. Brody and I had been together for months now. Maybe it wasn't a huge amount of time, but it was certainly long enough to justify asking basic questions about his family.
