Chapter 29

“What are you thinking?” Mark asked, stopping his pacing and looking down at me.

I squirmed. “It’s a big commitment.” No way could I tell him what I really was thinking.

“And giving me half the house and car wasn’t?”

“True,” I conceded.

Mark resumed pacing. “And now I can actually pay my half. Makes me feel I’m an equal partner.”

“You’ve been using most of your wage to help pay the bills,” I protested.

“Help. Yes. But I haven’t been paying half.”

I don’t know why, but the lesson of the widow’s mite from the Bible popped into my head. “You paid what you could afford.”

“And now I can afford more. I can afford to pay off the house.”

Mark was right, it did make perfect sense. The suggestion struck at the heart of my Yorkshire sense of thriftiness. Why continue to pay every month when we could pay off the mortgage and the house would be ours? I nodded. “You’re right. Let’s make an appointment with the building society tomorrow afternoon.”