I let out a little sob."Or your husband? Or your kids?"I broke down crying. I was horribly ashamed, and I was beginning to become afraid of HIM. "I-I ...eed my job," I cried."Kimberly," he said, "I know you do. But this isn't just about your job. This is about you: your husband, your reputation... your family. You'd lose everything, wouldn't you, if this got out?" He paused. It was like being flayed with a rusty knife."Stand up."I glanced at him. There was not a hint of compassion on his face. I. My mood grew evermore darker. Brian approached me again and this time I told him that my plight was dire. He suggested that for a payment of interest of 10% per month, he could pay off the loan and I pay him when I could. I snapped his hand off even though I realised I was still living beyond my means and really, moving back home was the only option. After several months, I had to face up to Brian and tell him that I could not afford payments of any kind. By now, the debt was over £600. Brian. “It looks like people who left Farrville on foot used this place as a rest stop,” Clark surmised. “Either some people ditched their belongings to make the journey to Millbrook and beyond easier, or they just couldn’t get any further.”The amount of useless things that people packed and didn’t need to survive was astonishing. There were furniture pieces, dishes, play stations, books and a sundry of knickknacks.They stared in silence until Sally suggested, “Let’s drive.”They didn’t get very far.. I was sitting on a chair, while Sheila and Cindy were on the couch. As Sheila was slowly stopping her crying, we were finally understanding what was happening. As Cindy held her hand she told her story. Jason, her husband, had apparently lost most of their money. He had been going up to Las Vegas almost every weekend, driving their Studebaker and staying at the Flamingo Hotel. At first, Sheila had gone with him, and she would play the slots with twenty dollars. She would win a little. Usually.