Jake has been so good to me, and yet I doubted him!
Even my parents were impressed. “We’re confident you’ll take good care of Laura,” my dad said.
Then he asked, “I see this house was bought with a down payment. Are they planning to handle the mortgage themselves?”
Jake’s dad hesitated. “Well, we initially planned to cover it, but my business has hit a rough patch lately, and cash is tight. I’m
afraid they’ll have to manage it on their own.”
My dad frowned. I’d always had a comfortable life, and he wouldn’t want me burdened with a mortgage.
After a moment, he said, “How about this? I have some savings. I can cover the mortgage for them.”
“Oh, that’s” Jake’s parents exchanged glances. “Are you sure that’s not too much?”
“We’d have to pay it off eventually. It’s a huge burden to carry a thirty–year mortgage, and the interest is no joke,” my dad replied. “I only have one daughter, and my money’s hers anyway. Might as well pay it off now.”
“Dad.” I was touched. I knew my parents had saved over the years, but they were both middle–class, and the remaining balance was no small sum for them. They’d likely be spending most of their savings.
My dad turned to me and gave me a reassuring smile.
