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said quietly. “I just need to cash my check. It’s from my job. It’s a real check. I’m sorry. I only have one ID.”

The bank got quiet.

I watched Brandon look at her.

I watched him look at her uniform. At the rubber gloves. At the bleach-stained sneakers.

At the little girl, holding her mother’s hand. Watching. Listening.

I watched something move across his face. Something old. Something from a marble-floored bank in Chicago a long time ago.

Then he smiled.

“Good morning,” he said. Not loud. Not slow. Just normal. Just kind. “One ID is just fine. Let