Created: 06.20.2011 - Updated: 06.20.2011


{Warning: This part of the story contains some very
sensitive issues, please read with caution and understand that
the story is not over yet}



The next afternoon, after lunch of course, Brandi had Beau busy playing
with his blocks. Then, she tried on her new maternity dress . It fit
her perfectly. Brandi felt pretty and decided to check the mail.



There had been none yesterday. 'No news is good news,' Brandi thought,
before she opened the mailbox.

Today was not a good -news day. Brandi held in her hand a big,
fat letter from the IRS. 'Oh no, what could it be?' she began to worry.




"Hello, this is Brandi Broke. I have a letter here that says I owe $4000.00 in back taxes."
"Mrs. Broke," said the irritated, sounding man on the
other end, "may I please have your Social Security number
and the account number on the letter?"




The man took her information and then transferred her to the correct office.''



"This is Mr. Pinch," said another irritated voice. "Mrs.Broke I have
looked at your case and you are delinquent on your taxes. Your husband
had filed a extension, but that extension has run out."




"If you would have contacted me sooner, I would have been able to
get you another extension, but that time is passed.




"What should I do?" asked Brandi, with lump in her throat, fearing the worst.