Yard Sale

She hobbled up the driveway on this cold October morning and greeted me with a nod. I sat in the back of my garage sipping on my morning cup of coffee.
How much you bargain on the clothes? I dont pay $10 for any clothes! $5 thats all. She said.
Well we can discuss each item if you would like and I will tell you how much I am willing to bargain. I said.
Ok, that is good!
She ruffled through the clothes as I read my book but she would not stop talking.
I would love to buy these gowns for my granddaughter. She almost 12. But I think these too sexy.
Well these days they all want to look like Brittany Spears.
Oh, the Spears yes yes! The youngest granddaughter, she 4 years old, she want to be Spears with the belly hanging out!
These jeans would be good for my sons girlfriend. I think I come back with her. She a little heavy and I not sure she fit.
Fumbling through some more clothes she noticed some nice dresses that my wife had decided to sell.
What size be these?
Those are sixes. My wife said.
My daughter, she use to be skinny but after 5 children it get harder to be skinny. For a long time, she would lose all the weight after each baby and be skinny again. But not after this last one! I dont think she fit in this. She said pointing at a petite dress.
I shook my head in agreement as if I knew the daughter.
She moved from the clothes to the furniture.
I want to buy these desk but I have no more room in my apartment. I miss my home. My husband, he lost it all to gambling. We had 9,000 square foot house and now Mr. Trump he own it all.
I almost choked on my coffee at this remark!
What did he like to play? I asked.
He played blackjack and then he moved up to baccarat. They would treat us like king and queen spending $10,000 on us for weekend. But my husband was loosing $50,000 at the tables.
Was he an addict?
Yes, he was addict! The worst kind too. The psychiatrist say he compulsive gambler and alcoholic! My daughter told me many time to divorce him!
I didnt know what to say. She walked over to some old portraits we had and she picked a Norman Rockwell entitled, The Marriage License. She gazed at this portrait for the longest time with a wistful look in her eye as if she were trying to remember anything good about her marriage.
My daughter she say I should divorced him a long time ago. But I couldnt. I loved him very much. She whispered to the portrait.
I miss him. She said and with that handed me a $10 bill for the two items of clothing and slowly walked down the street.