The bank opened at ten.

The card reader beeped twice, and the screen went red.

Nancy tapped her fingernails on the counter and leaned over the keypad.

“Try it again, honey.”

I swiped the card a second time.

The same red.

“I need to wire three thousand eight hundred fifty dollars to Maplewood Care and Rehab, is all,” I said.

“For my sister’s transfer.”