I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
She had noticed when I postponed collecting a prescription.
She had seen me trying to make medication last beyond the instructions rather than call the prescriber and say I couldn’t afford it.
“I was worried,” she said.
“You should have said so.”
“I did.
You changed the subject to Eli’s pancakes.”
I wanted to deny it.
I remembered the conversation too clearly.