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For eleven years, my husband and his mother lived on my credit cards. The day our divorce<\/span> was final, his mother laughed on the courthouse steps. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, she\u2019ll still pay for my hair.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> I smiled and said, \u201cOf course.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

For a long time, those cards paid for ordinary things: gas, beer, bait, the casino bus, and every Friday, Earline\u2019s hair.\u00a0 The small charges showed up on my bills, and I paid them out of my paycheck and tips.<\/p>\n

I was a cook at a diner in Kittanning, and I\u2019d been working that grill for twenty-two years. I knew how to keep track of what was burning<\/span> while I handled the next order.<\/p>\n

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Faron used<\/span> to pick me up after the late shift. We\u2019d sit in his truck and split a piece of coconut cream pie with one fork, the radio on low.<\/p>\n

I can still remember the way he\u2019d scrape the last bit from the tin.<\/p>\n

Back then, it felt like we were getting by together. I held onto that version of him longer than I should have.<\/p>\n

In 2015, his body shop went under. His credit went with it, and so did his mother\u2019s after she co-signed his last loan.<\/p>\n

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He came to me looking tired and embarrassed. \u201cJust till I\u2019m back on my feet, Ange,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> he said.<\/p>\n

I put him on my cards. Then I added his mother, Earline. The bank called them authorized users.<\/p>\n

The accounts were in my name, the bills came to me, and I made the payments.<\/p>\n

At first, I told myself it was temporary. Then temporary turned into years. About $600<\/span> a month went onto those cards, month after month. Once, I added it all up on a napkin. It came to about $80,000<\/span>. I tore up the napkin and dropped it in the fryer trash. I didn\u2019t want to look at the number again.<\/p>\n

Faron never got back on his feet. This spring, he moved out. \u201cI need to live a little,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> he said.<\/p>\n

He took the good TV and left me the house payment. I let him take it. I didn\u2019t fight him on one thing in the divorce<\/span>. I was scared that if I rocked anything, the judge might leave me with his debts too.<\/p>\n

My lawyer had told me the cards were mine to handle and weren\u2019t part of the divorce<\/span> papers, but fear doesn\u2019t always listen when somebody explains the paperwork.<\/p>\n

So I kept paying and kept my mouth shut until the judge signed. That was last Tuesday.<\/p>\n

I wore my good blouse to the courthouse. Faron wore his fishing shirt. Earline came along in a fresh perm, the one I\u2019d paid for the Friday before. We walked out onto the steps, and she pulled her coat tight and laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t you worry, Faron,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> she said. \u201cShe\u2019ll still pay for my hair.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Faron laughed too. \u201cAnge doesn\u2019t know how to say no. Never did.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They weren\u2019t even trying to keep their voices down. They said it like I wasn\u2019t standing there. I felt the blood rush into my face, but I smiled at both of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> I said.<\/p>\n

Then I asked Faron to give me the cards with his and his mother\u2019s names on them. His face changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou start trouble over a couple credit cards,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> he said, \u201cand I\u2019ll tell Peg you\u2019ve been skimming the register.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Peg owns the diner. I\u2019ve never taken a dime from that woman in twenty-two years. Still, the threat got to me. In a small town, a rumor can get to work before you do.<\/p>\n

I drove straight to the diner and told Peg what had happened, from the courthouse steps to Faron\u2019s threat. She was frying hash browns and didn\u2019t even turn around.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngela, honey,<\/mark>\u201d<\/span> she said, \u201cif Faron Mott walks in here to talk about you, I\u2019ll make him pay for his coffee first.<\/mark>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That got a short laugh out of me. It didn\u2019t erase the worry, but it helped. On the shelf over the grill sits my mother\u2019s recipe box. Her pierogi cards are soft around the edges from years of use. I touched the box on my way out the back door. I always do, for luck.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n

On my lunch break, I sat in my car behind the diner and called the banks. I closed the first card. Then the second. The third was the one I used<\/span> for groceries, so I had his and Earline\u2019s names taken off that account. It took about twenty minutes.<\/p>\n

When I got home, I cut up my own copies with the kitchen scissors and dropped them in the trash. After the last piece fell in, I sat at the table and shook.<\/p>\n

I felt foolish for letting it go on so long. I also felt scared of what Faron might do with the story he\u2019d threatened to tell.<\/p>\n

Maybe I was the fool for paying, not them for spending. Maybe I should\u2019ve kept paying until he found somebody else to pay for him. I thought that way for a while. Then I remembered Earline laughing on those steps, and I knew I couldn\u2019t keep doing it.<\/p>\n

Wednesday morning, Faron texted me. \u201cGas pump ate my card. Stupid machine.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He had two of my cards in his wallet. I guess he figured the other one was fine. I didn\u2019t answer. I wasn\u2019t going to get pulled back into explaining a decision I\u2019d already made.<\/p>\n

On Thursday, Earline called the diner. Peg told her I was busy, which I was. I was carrying plates to a table and didn\u2019t hear the call. I only heard about it later.<\/p>\n

Saturday was the county sports show out at the fairgrounds. Peg\u2019s diner ran the food stand every year, and I worked the pierogi table. My mama\u2019s recipe was potato and cheese, a dollar fifty apiece. I kept turning them in the pan and sliding the finished ones into the tray.<\/p>\n

Around noon, I looked up and saw Faron walking with three of his fishing buddies.<\/p>\n

They were going by the boat tent like they owned the place. He stopped beside a used bass boat, a sparkly red one, and patted its side like it was a horse.<\/p>\n

\u201cFifteen hundred down holds it?<\/mark>\u201d he asked the salesman.<\/p>\n

\u201cDone. Run it.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He pulled out his wallet slowly, with his buddies watching. Then he handed over the other card, the one with his name on it. My card.<\/p>\n

His friends slapped him on the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at Mr. Moneybags,<\/mark>\u201d one of them said.<\/p>\n

The salesman walked to the little card machine on the folding table. He swiped the card, frowned, and swiped it again. Faron was still grinning and telling the guys where he planned to fish first.<\/p>\n

I put down my spatula.<\/p>\n

The salesman came back across the tent with the card held between two fingers.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir, it came back declined,<\/mark>\u201d he said, loud enough for all three buddies to hear. \u201cBoth times.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

Faron\u2019s grin slid off his face. He turned around to find somebody to blame, and the first person he saw was me, standing at the pierogi table with my spatula in my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat card is mine,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cI closed the account Tuesday.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n<\/section>\n

He stared at me. The salesman still held the card between his fingers, and Faron\u2019s buddies stopped smiling.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t close my card,<\/mark>\u201d Faron said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can close my account,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cIt was always in my name.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at his friends, then back at me. \u201cYou knew I was coming here?<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know you were buying a boat.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

His mouth tightened. The salesman lowered the card toward the table but didn\u2019t set it down.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to try another payment?<\/mark>\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Faron looked at his wallet. He had another card in there, but it was one of the ones I\u2019d closed. He didn\u2019t hand it over.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is ridiculous,<\/mark>\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re doing this in front of everybody.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou threatened to tell Peg I stole from her in front of everybody,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m only telling the truth.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

One of his buddies looked from Faron to me. \u201cYou said you were paying for the boat yourself.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

Faron looked at him. \u201cI am.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith a card on her account?<\/mark>\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t start,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

The salesman still had the card. He needed an answer about whether Faron was paying the deposit, and Faron kept looking at me as if I could make the machine change its mind.<\/p>\n

I took my phone out of my apron pocket. I\u2019d kept the bank app open since I closed the accounts, partly because I wanted to see the status for myself.<\/p>\n

I brought up the account page and held it out where Faron and his friends could see.<\/p>\n

My name was at the top. The card Faron had handed over was listed as an authorized-user card, and the account showed closed.<\/p>\n

Faron\u2019s eyes went to the screen, then to the salesman.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said you\u2019d keep paying,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said, \u2018Of course.\u2019<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter your mother said I\u2019d keep paying for her hair.<\/mark>\u201d My voice shook a little. I hated that it did. \u201cThen I asked you for the cards back.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

His face reddened, and he looked away from the people around him. I could see the salesman watching him now, waiting to hear whether he could pay.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not like I was asking for the whole fifteen hundred,<\/mark>\u201d Faron said. \u201cI would\u2019ve paid you back.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

I had heard that promise before. It came in pieces, usually after I\u2019d paid the bill. I wanted to say every ugly thing I\u2019d stored up since 2015, but the one that came out was the one I regretted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou couldn\u2019t even pay your own mother\u2019s hair bill.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

One of his buddies let out a breath and looked down at the floor. Faron\u2019s jaw moved, but for a second he didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s low,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo was threatening my job because I asked for my own cards.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was mad.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were trying to scare me.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned toward the friends again, like he wanted them to settle it for him. One of them shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told us the shop was doing fine,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was fine,<\/mark>\u201d Faron said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour shop closed years ago,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cI paid the cards. You know I did.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

Faron looked back at me, and for the first time he didn\u2019t have a quick answer. The people at the stand behind me had heard enough to know what was going on. I could feel them watching, but nobody stepped in. Peg was inside the food tent, and I knew she\u2019d heard the raised voices.<\/p>\n

The salesman placed the card on the table. \u201cI can\u2019t hold the boat without the deposit,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Faron reached for the card, but one of his buddies caught his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave it,<\/mark>\u201d the man said. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to make this worse.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

Faron pulled away. \u201cI\u2019ll sort it out.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve had eleven years to sort it out,<\/mark>\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

He looked at me hard. I felt the old reflex, the one that made me want to smooth things over so nobody else had to feel uncomfortable. I could have apologized for embarrassing him. I could have offered to call the bank and ask if there was some way to get the card working again.<\/p>\n

Instead, I picked up my spatula.<\/p>\n

Faron nodded toward my phone. \u201cCall them. Tell them you made a mistake.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down at the account page, then at him. I thought about the $600 a month, the bills that came to my house, the Friday appointments for Earline\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n

I thought about the house payment he\u2019d left me and the threat he\u2019d made when I asked for the cards back.<\/p>\n

Maybe they were right about me. Maybe I was the sort of person who let people keep taking because it was easier than being called difficult. But I was tired of being afraid of what Faron might say.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m not calling them.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He took a step closer to the table. \u201cYou\u2019re really going to do this over a card?<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did it because I\u2019m done paying for you.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

The words came out plain. I didn\u2019t raise my voice. Faron looked at the guys beside him, but none of them backed him up. One had his hands in his pockets. Another kept looking at the boat.<\/p>\n

The salesman picked the card up and held it out. \u201cYou should take this back,<\/mark>\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Faron took it from him. Then he held it toward me.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t reach for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat one\u2019s yours to destroy,<\/mark>\u201d I said. \u201cThe account is closed.<\/mark>\u201d<\/p>\n

He shoved it into his wallet. Nobody said anything for a few seconds. The salesman turned back toward the boat, and Faron\u2019s friends started walking. He followed them without looking at me.<\/p>\n

The boat stayed where it was. Faron didn\u2019t put down the deposit, and the salesman didn\u2019t hold it for him.<\/p>\n

I turned back to the pierogi table because the next order was waiting. My hands were shaking again, but I picked up the spatula and kept cooking.<\/p>\n

When my shift ended, I wiped the counter and put the spatula beside Mama\u2019s recipe box.<\/p>\n

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