“Five dollars keeps it active, but there’s a three-dollar fee if you need a certified cashier’s check for your rent.”

“I need the check made out to Northwood Apartments for eight hundred thirty-seven dollars,” I said.

“And the other three dollars?”

“Give me the rest in cash,” I said.

She pushed the withdrawal slip through the slot beneath the glass partition.

I took the black pen chained to the marble ledge and wrote my full name on the bottom line.

Brenda printed the cashier’s check, stamped the corner in red ink, and passed it over the counter with three one-dollar bills.