“Take your time, honey,” Margaret told the young man behind the glass.

“We’re not in any hurry.

We want it to be just right.”

The teller smiled with relief and put the stacks into a heavy brown paper envelope.

He pushed it through the metal slot under the thick security glass.

I signed the withdrawal slip.

My personal checking balance fell by fifteen thousand dollars in one keystroke.

It was an enormous amount of money.