Chapter 4 - The House Without Heat|
The foundation occupied two floors above a neighborhood grocery store.
There were no chandeliers, only fluorescent lights and a coffee machine that needed a firm slap to work.
Teresa had chosen the building because people could reach it by bus.
The morning after the dinner, she unlocked the office herself.
Her hand shook once before the key turned.
“They changed the meeting notices,” she said, looking at the empty bulletin board.
“I thought everyone was using email now.”
Ruth Delgado, the accountant, emerged from behind a stack of folders.
When she saw Teresa, her eyes filled.
“I kept asking when you were coming back.”
Teresa looked at me.
Another small absence suddenly had an explanation.
Luca had offered me paid leave after the dinner.
I had accepted the morning and come here because Teresa asked whether I would like to accompany her.
It mattered to me that she had asked.
Nora joined us with written permission from the available directors to begin an independent review.
The bank had placed a hold on the proposed account changes.
For the moment, the large reserve was safe.
The ordinary operating account was another matter.
Ruth spread several payment summaries across a folding table.
“Victor approved these as emergency repairs.”
The checks went to a company called Bellini Outreach.
There were payments totaling a hundred eighty-six thousand dollars over several months.
That wasn't proof they were all fraudulent, Nora reminded us.
Each expense needed to be matched to work actually done.
Teresa picked up the first invoice.
“June Ellis.”
She knew the name immediately.
“She used to bring lemon cookies to our summer picnic.”
The invoice described a furnace replacement.
Ruth checked the assistance file beside it.
June had called three times asking when someone would come.
Her request had eventually been marked completed.
Teresa sat down very slowly.
“Call her.”
An hour later, we were standing in a narrow bungalow where the windows were fogged from a pot boiling on the stove.
June Ellis was eighty-two and wore a winter coat over her housedress.
She recognized Teresa before we introduced ourselves.
“I didn't want to bother you again.”
Teresa looked at the blanket folded over a kitchen chair.
“You weren't bothering me.”
June showed us the furnace service notice taped beside the basement door.
Nobody had replaced anything.
She had stopped calling after receiving a letter saying the foundation could provide only one major repair per household that year.
“Other people need help too,” she said.
I thought of the money on Ruth's spreadsheet.
Then I looked at June's hands curled around a mug that had already gone cold.
Nora arranged emergency assistance through the foundation's verified repair contractor while we were still there.
Teresa stayed at the kitchen table, listening to June talk about her late husband's tomato garden.
She didn't ask for a photograph.
She didn't mention the engagement dinner.
When we left, she held June's hand and gave her the office number again.
“Ask for me.”
In the car, Teresa unfolded a tissue until it tore.
“I signed the monthly summaries.”
Nora turned toward her.
“We will find out what you were shown.”
“And what I failed to ask.”
Nobody tried to take that sentence away from her.
My phone buzzed with a message from Hannah, my younger sister.
She had a nursing exam that afternoon and wanted to know whether I had eaten.
I sent back a lie about a sandwich.
Back at the office, Ruth was waiting by the folding table.
She held a receipt between two fingers.
“Emily, did you ever do consulting work for this company?”
Bellini Outreach had supposedly paid me five thousand dollars in cash.
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Below the amount was my name.
And beneath my name was a signature someone had made look like mine.
