“Good morning, Naomi,” she said, nudging her glasses back up her nose with her middle finger.

“Are we moving money into your mother’s household account today?”

“No,” I said.

“I need a full printed history of the joint checking account.

Every withdrawal and every transfer for the last twelve months.”

Fiona typed my account number into her keyboard and stopped.

She looked at her screen, dipped her head, and leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Are you certain you want the whole physical printout?” she asked quietly.