Chapter ElevenThe Day Of
Chris didn't sleep all night. He paced around the kitchen and drank too much coffee while Connie and the kids slept. He had been silent when he returned from the unemployment office, unable to tell Connie that he could not get unemployment and they were in big trouble. He wanted to tell her, but each time he tried, he couldn't find the words. The sun would rise in the next hour and he had not come up with a plan. There was nothing he could do. There would be no money when the bills came in this month.
Chris paced faster, calling Gladys Newell a 'f*****g cunt.' That b***h had ruined him. Hank Mercer was worse. He hadn't even tried to stand by Chris, just threw him under the bus with the first bullshit complaints. For eight years he had given everything to the bank
