“And I need a cashier’s check made out to Deer Park Funeral Directors for the balance that’s left.”

The teller took my yellow deposit slip.

The funeral home balance came to four thousand two hundred and ten dollars.

“Let me bring up your profile, Mrs.

Bradley,” the teller said.

He typed my account number into his keyboard.

He stared at his screen for a long while.

He tapped his pen on the desk.