It made all the sense in the world.
It made no sense.
Depending on your point of view that frozen-cold morning in a rental apartment, trying to get two kids fed and out the door into safe hands and school.
They were cautiously optimistic.
They'd buy a house inside five years, they figured.
Maybe with some help from his uncle, Fat Jack. He wasn't physically fat. He just had a lot of money. They thought that was a bad idea. But keep every option open, she figured.