That night Chris choked on the words as he gave the abridged version of the meeting. The look of terror on his wife's face was bad, but it was the confused looks of his daughters that striped him of his courage. The tears that moistened his cheeks burned his soul. What would become of them? Chris' concern was not for his kid's emotional well-being. He knew that all three were strong and would persevere, but he was worried about their future prospects. Financially, how would he and his wife cope with the rising cost of education. Gabi, the oldest was only five years away from college, while her younger sister would follow two years after her. What money would there be for either of them given the decaying economy? What money was there for the basic necessities of life. His loving wife worked, but like most teachers, her salary only served to make them ineligible for most government assistance. Bills would have to be prioritized. Food, though not rationed would have to be prepared in such a manner as to minimize waste. The life she had become accustomed to would have to change. In contrast to his daughters however, Chris was concerned about her emotionally: The man she fell in love with was no longer invincible. Chris wondered what else he would lose now that he was no longer gainfully employed.
…to be continued.
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