March 5th 1942
"Sammy, I'm going to have to sell the house." Mama blurted when she sat down in front of him.
Sammy choked on his water. He was having a late supper, having worked late at the stables, and only Mama was at the table with him. And as per usual, when there was bad news, she knew no other way to share it than to drop it like a land mine.
"What?" He asked.
"Well, I think it's pretty clear your father isn't coming back." She said. She blushed deeply. "I can't work more shifts, and I refuse to leave you alone with the little ones more than I already do. The taxes are too high, I… I found a nice apartment that's still not far from school. It's closer to the stables even. I…"
"Mama!" Sammy said. "This house is our home!"
"Homes can be changed, mijo." Mama said. "You just need the right people there."
Sammy didn't want to hear anything about it and he stormed upstairs to his room, kicked out Steven, and locked himself in, despite knowing that it was like kicking his mom under the belt.
She'd basically just done the same to him, though.