I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“That sounds like Gregory.”
Thomas almost smiled.
“He prefers a precise word.”
“He prefers a word he can stand to look at.”
Thomas let that remain my judgment.
I asked when the letter had been written.
Several months before my visit, he said.
It had been sent to the bank with the updated contact instructions, so I could receive it if I asked about the old account.