When Larry comes to give Sharra $1,500, he’s surprised by the new couch and asks where it came from.

  One Last Favor

Sharra had been planning this carefully. She knew she needed Larry’s help one last time, but she wasn’t about to ask for anything more than necessary. 💡 Sitting him down, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
“Larry… I just need one last favor from you. Can you please just give me $1,500 for my new apartment? That’s it. Nothing more. I promise.” 🏠✨

Larry raised an eyebrow, suspicion written all over his face.
“$1,500? That’s it? No drama, no strings?” 🤨

Sharra smiled, trying to seem calm. “Exactly. Just for the apartment. I can handle everything else on my own.”

After a long pause, Larry nodded. “Alright… but this is the last time, Sharra. One last time.”

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An Unexpected Visit

The next day, Larry arrived at Sharra’s new place with the cash in hand. He stepped inside expecting the usual—empty rooms, boxes in corners, maybe a mattress on the floor.

But what he saw stopped him cold. 😳

A brand-new couch sat proudly in the middle of the living room, plush and clearly expensive.

Larry froze. “Wait… what’s this? Where did this couch come from?” 🛋️

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The Name That Changed Everything

Sharra turned toward him, trying to stay composed. “Uh… Joel got it for me.”

The moment the name Joel left her lips, Larry’s face darkened. 🔥 His jaw tightened.

“Joel? That Joel?” he snapped.

“Yes… he just brought it for me,” Sharra said quickly. “I didn’t even ask him to. I swear.”

Larry took a deep breath, barely holding himself together.
“You didn’t tell me about this? You just let him pay for your furniture?” 😡

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Trust, Not Money

“This isn’t about the couch,” Larry said, pacing. “It’s about not telling me. After everything.”

Sharra’s heart raced. “Larry, I needed help. You’re helping with the apartment, and Joel just wanted to help too. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” 😬

Larry stopped and looked at her.
“Do you know what that feels like? Like I’m being replaced. Undermined.”

She shook her head. “That’s not what this is. You matter. That’s why I came to you first.”

Larry ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not mad about the money. I’m mad about the secrecy.” 😔

Sharra nodded softly. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

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An Uneasy Peace

Larry finally exhaled. “I trust you, Sharra. I just wish you’d been honest from the start.”

Relief washed over her. “No more secrets. I promise. You’ll always be the first to know.” 💛

He nodded, handing her the $1,500. “Next time, let me handle it. No surprises.”

She laughed quietly. “Deal. You’re still my number one, Larry.” 😅

As he glanced at the couch one last time, he shook his head.
“Joel better not try this again…”

Sharra smiled. The apartment was hers, Larry had helped—and the couch?

Well… the couch was just an unexpected bonus.