“I’ll have a job?” I asked.
He nodded. “You will. All the stuff that’s there right now of the old bird’s will become yours. Her car. Her house. Her things. You won’t be her, but you’ll be using all of her stuff. Our contact there at the diner will advance you a paycheck so you’ll have money to pay those bills. Gotcha?”
I nodded, suddenly becoming nervous.
“Uncle Sam, did you make sure to catch up on the car payments for her loan?”
My eyes flicked to the young woman that was sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. She was furiously writing on something, her hand periodically going to a piece of paper that she’d flip over to the small stack that was steadily increasing in height on the corner of her desktop.
“Shit.” Sam grunted. “Yeah, I’ll do that. The car that you have hasn’t had its note paid yet. I think the old bird was a month behind because of some doctor bills that she’d accrued while she was there. I’ll make it current, though, and we’ll make sure you start fresh.”
I nodded.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I was so tired of being scared. Would I be scared once I got to this new town, Hostel?
I hoped not.