We had gone as a family to the TM center for a pot-luck supper and a video. At the back of the room was a man we had met a few times. He was looking for a place to live.
And we had the downstairs bedroom, with its own half-bath.
And he could pay a few hundred dollars a month. In short order we had made our arrangement, and he moved in the next day.
The money was welcome. And he added to it by bringing fruits and lebneh and other foods from his native Palestine. He taught us to enjoy many Middle Eastern dishes as well.
Our big house was capable of housing one more. And so we backed away from the precipice of financial disaster and began to breathe again.
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