In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain
“Mr.
Whitman came into the lobby on the second Tuesday of the month,” the teller said over the static.
“He brought a cashier memo and authorized the transfer himself.”
“Did he leave a forwarding address or another account number on the closure form?”
“No, ma’am,” she said.
“He asked us to close the sub-account entirely and mail the final tax summary to your home address.”
I tucked the receipt into my wallet beside my grocery coupons and drove out onto the main road toward home.