My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

Jean.

So I did.

In the morning I called Fern Atwood, my accountant. She’s handled our books since 2003. Small, sharp-eyed, impossible to charm. Raymond used to say Fern could spot a missing dollar from across a parking lot.

I need a full review, I told her. Eighteen months. Petty cash, transfers, card access, all of it.

A pause. How soon?

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