Eleanor stopped wiping the counter.

She dropped the towel and turned to face me.

“I’ll stand right beside you,” Eleanor said.

At five o’clock, the streetlights outside the Oak Creek Bank branch were glowing against the cold evening sky.

I walked into the quiet lobby and went straight to the manager’s office.

Brenda Potts looked up from her computer and pointed to the guest chair.

“I need to set up the December 15 wire transfer,” I said.