Lawrence laughed. "That's so fucked up!" He returned to the couch and flopped down. "You know, maybe I should clean this place up a little." He barely got he words out before the doorbell rang again. "Damn, again?" He stood and peeked outside. "I don't know this one..."
He opened the door.
"Mr. Betelgeuse? I'm Ken Tayler from First Union bank. I've been sent to give you this letter and inform you of the imminent repossession of your home."
"Repossession?" His face fell. "I've only missed a couple payments!"
"That's every one that's been due, Mr. Betelgeuse. If you read the mortgage contract, you'll see that missing the first two payments is grounds for repossession. You'll have to be out in thirty days. Have a good rest of your day." With that, the man turned and walked off, leaving Lawrence on the doorstep, pale and looking like he may throw up.
He went back in and slammed the door. "I can't believe this shit!" He growled, "I called them and told I'd have the money soon! I just gotta pay off all these other bills, and the hospital keeps sending the collection agency after my ass, and the rent on the lot is due and-" He stopped as he began making his way up the stairs. "I should have known better. My sad fucking story of a life couldn't possibly get worse."
He looked down at Lydia from the landing, his eyes back to that sad, defeated look. "If you need me, I'll be on the bird bath."
With that, he slunk up the stairs.