LOUELLA had new respect for landlords as she watched her nephew Mason and his girlfriend Angie move their things out of the house she had rented to them. They were only a day away from a visit from the constable to put them out. I cant believe youd do this to your own flesh and blood, hissed her sister Candy, Masons mother, as she rocked her granddaughter back and forth in an elaborate new stroller. Them with a new baby and all. Look, weve been over this ground a hundred times, said Louella, pointed chin jutting stubbornly, arms crossed tightly across her flat chest. They didnt try to make good for what they owed me at all. Not even $100 on the $1200 theyre behind. They could have gotten that much from you, couldnt they? And I dont see you rushing to the rescue. Candy cracked her gum sullenly. They never asked me. So you didnt think to offer? I would have taken your money. Its as green as anybody elses. And for that matter, how come you didnt say something to Mason about his lies about rats? I mean, hes been a real jerk in all this. Well, I guess he just thinks youre better off than they are so why shouldnt you help them through a rough spot? Still have trouble dealing with good old simple morality, dont you? said Louella, instantly regretting it. Damn! This will open up the old can of worms! Just what do you mean by that, Miss Princess? Nothing! Nothing at all! Louella backtracked. I think you meant something and youd better spit it out! Look, let it go, all right? Im upset too. This isnt easy for me, either. I mean, hes the only one in the next generation of our family, and he can hardly read, let alone make a living for three people. Well, youd better stop blaming him and start blaming somebody else. Hes not really a bad kid. It was the lousy schools and bad friends that got him off on the wrong foot. And his sleep-around barmaid mother with a telephone sex business in our parents basement, fumed Louella, glad she no longer had to answer those calls to make ends meet, as she had while unemployed despite her UofB MBA. Her part-time job as a cashier at Giant and her secret $32,500 after-tax Lottery income had changed all that. Candy seemed to read her thoughts. Where are you getting all your money, anyway? I mean, ya got the condo, ya got the car, ya have this house-- The stock markets been good to me. Louella had been preparing this lie for months. It feels neat to say that,she thought. Makes me sound like I know what Im doing, but I dont. So youre all set, but youre doing this to Mason? Thats really cold. But I guess its what Id expect from you, sorry to say. You think youre better than we are. No I dont. I just expect my own family to treat me with respect, for crying out loud. A police cruiser came down the block, lights flashing and siren blaring. It stopped in front of Louellas house.