“Family decision.

That’s what he wrote in the memo line.” David cleared his throat again.

“You’d have to ask him the rest.”

“Did he say anything else about it?”

He tapped the counter with his knuckles, three slow taps.

“He asked me not to discuss it at the window.”

The woman behind me set her deposit slip down and stepped back a polite foot.

David wrote something small and quick on a yellow pad and turned the pad face down beside his keyboard.