“Ten minutes won’t change a file that’s already there.”

I ate the toast standing by the sink.

While I waited, I began finding the records Officer Vance had requested.

The forty-two thousand dollars hadn’t appeared in my safe all at once.

It had accumulated from withdrawals and years of setting something aside.

My habit had outlived the reason for it.

At one point, keeping a little money at home had made me feel less dependent on a bank.

Eventually, the little money had become far too much.