I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“Yes.”
“Then I am coming.”
“I can go to a bank by myself.”
“I know.
I can go to a bank with you.”
She arrived with milk and coffee, set them on the counter, and said she had bought enough for her house and mine.
I checked the receipt before she folded it away.
“You bought too much.”