“Would you like the whole history printed?

Every notice, every fee, back to January.”

“Please,” Martha said.

Her voice came out steadier than it had all afternoon.

“I thought the bank was making mistakes,” she said.

“I thought it was my eyes.”

It took him six minutes.

He stapled the pages at the corner and handed them over, and Martha held them the way you hold something you’ve been owed for a long time.