My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
But Lauren the teller had turned completely pale.
She had stopped typing mid-sentence and stepped away from the counter.
A teller doesn’t do that over a routine zero balance.
A teller doesn’t look terrified of an empty file.
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.
My head ached right behind them.
I had spent my entire grocery budget paying for my father’s dessert and my brother’s expensive prime rib.
Tomorrow was Tuesday.
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