My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

“If he becomes belligerent, they’ll escort him out immediately.”

“He prefers to humiliate people quietly,” I said.

“He likes an audience, but he likes to look like the reasonable one.”

Arthur cleared his throat loudly.

“He won’t have an audience today,” Arthur said.

“We hold every single card.”

The main entrance doors swung open.

Gregory walked into the bank first.