“I’ll need your savings deposit slip and your driver’s license,” she said.

I filled out the yellow slip with the blue ballpoint pen attached to the counter chain.

I wrote two hundred thousand dollars on the cash line and slid the paper across the counter.

Martha typed the account numbers into her computer terminal.

The small printer beside her register whirred, printing two lines of black ink onto a clean white receipt.

She stamped the receipt with the bank’s official red seal and handed it across the counter along with my driver’s license.