“We can put it away.”

She handed it back.

I placed it in the folder with the envelope intact.

The machine remained silent.

The following morning, November 8, we went to First National together.

Clara did not want to stay home wondering what someone would tell me about her name.

The teller referred us to the branch manager, Miller.

In his glass office, after another identity check, we learned of a second concern: an attempted in-person withdrawal for $11,400, submitted the previous afternoon with a letter purporting to authorize access on Clara’s behalf.