When Richard goes to see his daughter to celebrate turning eightieth, she answers the door sobbingly and waves him off. Richard looks through her front windows and sees that he is right to suspect problems.As he drove, Richard nervously drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Ever since his wife’s funeral four years ago, Deidre has not driven down for Thanksgiving. There were only calls once a week now.

Deidre appeared in the doorway, and Richard opened his arms wide. He exclaimed, “Surprise!”“Daddy? Why are you in this place?” With tears streaming down her cheeks, she enquired.“I came to celebrate my birthday with you… it’s the big eight-o!” Richard replied, but the joy in his voice trailed off quickly. “What’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing; everything’s fine,” Deidre quickly wiped her tears and smiled a little. “I just…I wasn’t expecting you, and this isn’t really a good time. Sorry, Dad, but I, uh, need to focus. On my work, Look, I’ll call you. We’ll have dinner later, okay? Sorry.”Richard was left bewildered and heartbroken when Deidre closed the door. There was a serious problem. Did Deidre have a problem?

“Who was that?” In an abrupt tone, one of them inquired“Nobody,” Deidre said, trembling. “Just a neighbor’s kid… pulling a doorbell prank and running away.”
“Back to business then,” the second man said. “You’re now six months behind on your loan repayments, Deidre. Mr. Marco’s getting impatient.”