My father was in the doorway in his coat with his old leather briefcase in his left hand.

I found out later that it was a coincidence.

He was in the branch about a certified cheque for a sealcoating supplier, a thing he did twice a month, and he saw me through the glass on his way to the counter.

I have never been able to make myself believe it was a coincidence and it was.

“Look here,” he said.

“I was told my daughter was in here causing administrative trouble about a settled estate.”