"What is it, Fran, that you had to have all us over here?"
I looked around my living room. I had called my parents and Brandon over to tell them about the townhouse. I didn't have the heart to tell Granny. I figured she would hear it from someone and then tell me I'm insane again. This was hard enough as is without putting myself in that position.
"Well, Dad, I've decided to move."
"Oh, well, you're being so dramatic about it. What's the big deal? You probably need something with a little lower maintenance. There are some newer homes across town you might want to take a look at once you find a realtor."
"Next week. I'm moving next week. I already signed a lease on a townhouse in the city."
Mama rolled her eyes. "Fran, you still own this house. Don't you think you should have sold it first?"
"I'll sell it. I'll auction it if I have to, but I'm moving."
"You're going to be paying mortgage and rent at the same time. This won't be doing your credit or bank account any favors."
"Properties move fast in the city. If I didn't sign the lease, it would be gone."
"Then you find another one, Fran. Really, do you have no common sense?"
Dad sat there with his arms folded across his chest while Mama, next to him, seemed very angry at me. Only Brandon said nothing.
We sat there in silence for several minutes. It was exactly responses like that from Mama that proved why I need to leave here and find my own way.
"Okay," Brandon said, "if you're going to put yourself in financial jeopardy, the least I can do is help you move."