the teller window every Thursday. In his jeans and his gray T-shirt and his Dollar General sneakers.
The first Thursday, nobody knew who he was. Customers came up to the window and looked at him the way he’d looked at me. A young man in a T-shirt. They were polite, mostly. But a few of them asked, “Is the manager in?” Like they wanted somebody more important.
“I’m the manager,” he’d say.
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They didn’t believe him.
One man from the city, passing through, asked to see Brandon’s ID before he’d hand over his





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