need two more forms,” he said.
“Two more? For forty dollars?”
“A utility bill. A passport. Something with your address.”
“Young man, I live four blocks from here. On Elm Street. The yellow house with the roses.”
He set my license down on his side of the glass.
He didn’t slide it back.
“Ma’am,” he said. “We have to be careful with people like you.”
Ezoic
The bank got quiet.Open Bank Account
It’s a small bank. One big room. Four teller windows, though only one was open. Two desks along the side wall for loans. A little waiting area with






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