She went home with tears in her eyes, unshed as yet, locked behind the shock of the moment. She had no idea how he would react. They’d never be able to pay their bills with both of them on unemployment. She just knew they’d lose the house. Who was going to hire people in their mid-fifties? How did a person go on after working for the same company for fifteen years?
She opened the front door and their gazes met.
“I got laid-off today.”
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me.”
He started laughing. She began to cry.
“It’s not funny!”
He held his stomach.
“You’re right,” he said. “You don’t know it, but we’re lucky this happened.”
She sniffed and took a breath.
“I think you’ve finally lost it. We’re going to lose everything we have.”
“Who cares? Let them have it all.” He waved his arms like a game show model. “We are free.”
“If you call living in our car freedom.”
He rose from his chair, danced over to her and grabbed her in a bear hug. She pushed on his chest.
“Let me go, you mad man.”
“Never.” He kissed her. “Come on.” He took her hand and pulled her towards the door. “I thought about going to kidnap your from work. That would have been romantic.” He tugged her onto the porch.
“Let’s go cash in our winning lottery ticket.”
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LUCKY (adjective) 3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable
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