My Sister Mocked My $100 Withdrawal at Her Bank

curb. Somebody across the street was arguing into a headset about grout.

I stood under the awning and called Mrs. Pruitt.

She answered on the second ring. “Did they treat you decent?”

I laughed then. Couldn’t help it.

“Eventually.”

“Do I need to come down there and hit somebody with my cane?”

“Maybe next time.”

“I still can, don’t get smart.”

I told her I continue reading …