So just a couple hours after I posted yesterday, I got the mail. Guess what was in it?
Tired of guessing yet?
More mail from Biff, the super-lawyer.
Good thing I didn’t offer to bet double-or-nothing his fees on X’s not turning the money in (recap: he emptied the savings, the court said turn in half of what you took), because apparently late last week the court received a check from Mr. X for the exact amount. I guess he didn’t want to have to avoid showing up in our former state of residence out of fear of avoiding jailtime, after all.
I underestimated him. As usual.
I am reeling. It’s like whiplash with this guy. Like my mom says, he didn’t turn it in out of the goodness of his heart, more out of self-preservation, but still. I am reeling.
I guess the mortgage company will be happy, at least.
And maybe, maybe my credit won’t take such a hit? I still don’t have access to the money (in case you were wondering), but I’m really glad that he doesn’t, either.
And I really need to avoid that city in Nevada like the plague.