Adele’s mouth went flat. “How nice for him.”
Chanel said, “Family award. That’s rich.”
I grabbed my purse. “I need air.”
“How nice for him.”
***
I couldn’t put the surgery off anymore.
Dr. Evans had said my insurance would cover part of it, but not enough. There would be deductibles, hospital fees, medication, and whatever help I needed afterward.
So Thursday, I put on my best church shoes, tucked Walter’s card into my purse, and took the bus to the bank.
My hands shook. Driving felt foolish.
The young teller smiled. “How can I help you?”
I couldn’t put the surgery off anymore.
I slid the card across the counter. “I’d like to withdraw the balance.”
“Of course.”
“It should be $2,000,” I said. “I need it for medical expenses.”
Her smile softened. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. I’m still upright.”
