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 had put the tin back after looking at the total.

“The eggs were four nineteen,” I said.

“I almost put them back.”

“Why?”

“Because four nineteen is a lot for eggs.”

She didn’t answer.

We walked another block.

My legs felt heavy, and I stopped beside a brick wall.