Elena

They were like, whatever.

They were like, oh, you're not our sister, but you're this little girl we used to know.

Yeah, they were like, oh, shit.

Now, as always, it didn't take long before Lizzie got into an altercation, this time with McQuillan's wife.

And within a short time of arriving, she was asked to leave.

Yeah.

So she is now without a place to stay again, and she found a small home for rent on Kensington Avenue.

And in January 1888, she paid two months' rent in advance, telling the landlord her mother and her son would be joining her in the coming weeks.

After filling the house with furniture she bought on credit from a local store and ensuring everything was around $600, Lizzie began setting up the first floor of the house as a kind of general store.

And she set out barrels of onions and potatoes, loaves of bread, other sundries.

She was like, you know what, I'm turning over a new leaf.

I'm going to run a general store.

All right.

Why not?

Unfortunately, the store did struggle within the first few weeks and nothing really improved in the months after that.

So it didn't end up being a good thing.

Her business finally came to an end when on the morning of March 14th, 1888, the fire department was dispatched to Kensington Avenue where they found the entire building that contained the store and Lizzie's home was up in flames.

Oh.

Fortunately, the families living on either side of her managed to escape with their lives, but they had a lot of property loss.

Oh.