Chapter 3

"Could you print my account statement from when I opened the account up to now?" I asked.

The teller headed off to print it.

Myron leaned in. "Honey, let's talk about this at home, not here—"

I cut him off. "You can go back first."

"Let me drive you—"

"No need."

He stood there, looking like he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.

Finally, Myron said, "I'll head home first. Let's talk tonight, okay?"

I didn't look at him.

He left.

The teller brought over a thick stack of account statements.

I found a corner, sat down,…