Victoria walked into the bank at four fifteen.

She had a cashier’s check made out to herself for forty-two thousand dollars.”

“That’s from the checking account.”

“She did the same thing on Tuesday.

Fifty-one thousand.

The main account had a hundred ninety-eight thousand in it when your father died.

It has sixty-three thousand now.”

I watched a woman in a green coat walk a dog past the porch.