The Lawyer again

October 30, 1982; We got a call from the lawyer we saw in San Tomas the other day. He seemed really concerned bout my Tia's plight and wanted to know if she had anything signed with the landlady, anything at all. I think he asked her this question when we had our meeting, and my aunt told him no, she and my uncle didn't bother to sign a tenant-landlord lease because they trusted Matilde. The man must be grasping at straws, just like we are.
I saw that look of despair and deep sadness again on my Tia's face when she hang up the phone.I wished I could have done something, anything, to make it all go away. If I had enough money, I would take her as far away from San Vicente as I could. All I can do is place a collect call to my mother in San Francisco and ask her if she has any ideas. My Tia's pension barely covers her rent, utilities and food.