Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account
Mrs.
Halstead made a photocopy without my asking, which I’ve thought about many times since.
“Are the pearls for your mother?” she asked.
“She died in March.”
“I’m so sorry.
That was a clumsy question.”
“It’s an eighty-five-dollar question.
You’re allowed to ask it.” She laughed once through her nose and pushed the box across the felt, and I paid her with the debit card that still had my old signature on the back.