I had to go somewhere and it was just calamitous. Margie drove me home. My cell wasn't working correctly, we had been at some kind of convention I think. I only remember there were many different occasions of various people and places in a big building like a convention center atmosphere. My cane ALSO had a builtin cellphone! So convenient it was not, but at least the phone worked everywhere I tried to use it. I don't know why we did not notice right away; Margie drove away before I noticed and she had to go somewhere else that was important. She was late. My neighborhood didn't look the same, but the corner house where we lived was gone. Only the foundation remained. I saw one of my neighbors, it was either Gloria or Yolanda, and I asked her "What happened to our house?" She said the bank took it away. "With all our stuff?"
"Yes", she confirmed. The house had not been demolished, just towed away like a repossessed car.
I wandered off, trying to figure out how I would explain this to my husband. We had lost everything, including our house and everything in it. I kept trying to call the owner of the property, but he wouldn't answer and it was difficult to walk and try to use my canephone at the same time. I just knew he was never going to answer his phone.
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