I tapped the red button on the screen and set the phone back on the table.

I picked up a bath towel, folded it into four even quarters, and laid it on the stack.

At nine fifteen on Wednesday morning, I drove to the Community Bank branch on Main Street.

A light snow was coming down over the pavement, turning to slush along the curb.

Frank’s blue pickup was parked in the side lot by the drive-through lane, its engine running, white exhaust curling up from the tailpipe.

I parked two spaces over, stepped out into the wind, and walked up to his driver’s door.