I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“He had time to mail it directly,” I said.
“Yes.”
“And didn’t.”
“Yes.”
I put it into my handbag.
“Do I have to decide about distributions now?”
“No.”
“Will the money disappear if I take a week?”
