My Brother Said One Sentence in the Bank Lobby

me, a banquet hall off Route 9 with gold chairs and carpet that looked like old casino vomit. They had my name listed as backup payment.

I told them I had never agreed to that.

The manager, a woman named Pam Fischer, sighed like she had been waiting for the last shoe to drop.

“Sir,” she said, “you’re the third person today.”

Lucy got her balloon

I drove continue reading …