“That’s the account change notice from First Federal Bank on Farmington Avenue,” I said.

“I spent forty minutes at the teller window this afternoon trying to get our ninety-day transaction summaries.”

Grant picked the slip up with two fingers and slowly unfolded it under the desk lamp.

“I told you yesterday morning I was restructuring our commercial banking relationship.”

“You didn’t tell me you were cutting off my access to our main joint account,” I said.

“You shut down my online login, blocked paper statement requests, and limited counter cash withdrawals.”