Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
I looked down at the last line at the bottom of the page.
“Forty-seven dollars left,” I said.
“Forty-seven dollars and twelve cents,” Donald corrected me gently.
“Bob put in a routine asset consolidation request, which let the bank move every available cent into a new account in his name and Ruth Vance’s name down in Westfall.”
“Can he take that money out of the Westfall account before March fifteenth?”
“He can take it out five minutes from now if he walks into the Westfall branch,” Donald said.
“Under state law, a co-signer on a joint commercial account has full legal power to empty it without telling the other owner.”
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