“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

The bank teller’s hands stopped moving on the keyboard. She stared at her screen, then at me, then back at the screen with an expression I couldn’t quite read—somewhere between confusion and alarm. Her face had gone pale in that particular way people’s faces go when they encounter something that doesn’t fit their understanding of how the world works.continue reading …