Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

“She does not understand the financial pressure we are under.”

“I understand that you lost your job in September, Greg,” I said. “And I understand that Brenda’s house is in foreclosure. I found the red notice under your junk mail eight weeks ago.”

Brenda sank into one of the kitchen chairs, her head dropping into her hands. She did continue reading …