“Draw up an immediate amendment to the execution order,” I said.

Samuel hesitated, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

“What kind of amendment?”

“Give them a ninety-day window for an orderly sale of the house in Zapopan,” I said.

“They can list it privately to pay off the outstanding bank mortgages.

I won’t put a fifty-eight-year-old woman out on the street by Friday morning.”

Samuel stared down at me for three long seconds without moving.

“After everything they took from you?”