I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“I bought enough.”
“That is not the same.”
“It is today.”
I took my identification and the card from the table.
Karen noticed the blue mark on its back when I held it toward the light.
“Was that always there?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then maybe it is worth finding out.”