The agent remembers because the woman with him did all the talking and signed the receipt.”

Rebecca didn’t have to say the name.

I already knew.

I took the last swallow of coffee and stood up.

“I need to go to the bank,” I said.

The Chesapeake branch opened at nine.

Mr.

Gable had been our teller for six years, and he knew my account number by heart because I came in on the same day every month to move money into savings.