Ask For Help

I looked at my visitor from head to toe. She was thin, with brunette hair wearing a plaid shirt with a pair of short blue jeans short shorts. I don’t remember seeing her around lately, but she had piqued my interest.

“Well of course Miss Carvers. Won’t you come in and tell me why you’re here?”

Cartier stepped aside and motioned her in. Robin came in and looked around the brick interior and even though she never said anything, Cartier could tell that she was impressed with what she saw.

Cartier made his way to a high back chair, taking a seat then , “So Miss Carver what can I do for you?”

Robin took a seat across from Cartier and swallowed a bit of air then began. “Well Mr. Cartier, my mom and me, live in your rental property three doors down and with the high cost of groceries, utilities and rent we are having a hard time affording everything!”

"Yes I’m aware of how the economy is going, trust me, it’s just as hard for me to make ends meet!”

“Really then maybe you would consider helping my mom and me out by reducing the monthly rent until the economy improves?”

“And if I do that, how do I tell the bank that until the economy improves I can’t afford to pay my full mortgage amounts until it improves! What do you think they are going to tell me?”

“I never thought of that sir, but there must be something you can do to help out my mom and me?”

Well never let it be said that I don’t try to help out people renting from me! What do you suggest?”

Cartier could help but be impressed with Robin. The more he looked at her the more ideas came into his head.

“Well sir what if I…?”