She Walked Out, and Ten Years Later She Showed Up With Expensive Gifts at a Twelfth Birthday Dinner

“There was a cash withdrawal on Tuesday night at eight.”

“Did somebody use the ATM out front on Main Street?” I asked.

“It was run right here on the main terminal downtown,” she said.

I didn’t answer, because I never used the ATM after six at night.

“Print me the transaction slip that shows which card was used,” I said.

She tapped three quick keys, and the quiet printer behind her counter started clicking.

“It was card number four four seven,” she said, sliding the warm slip across the marble.