I was standing at the bank teller window when the woman behind the counter went pale and said, “Sweetheart, give me just a minute.” The account should have had $162,000 in it. Then she printed the…
I started hearing it again eighteen months after we buried him, standing at the teller window at First Community Bank on Hartwell Avenue, while Francis went very quiet behind her keyboard. She said, “Sweetheart, give me just a minute. ” The account should have had $162,000 in it. I was thinking about whether I had … Read more