Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

teller at the Maplewood Savings and Loan had a brass nameplate that read Sharon. She did not look at me when I pushed the withdrawal slip for five thousand dollars across the counter at three o’clock.

“I need this in a cashier’s check made out to the Maplewood Community Center,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Sharon tapped her keyboard,continue reading …