institutions. A young teller with a careful smile called her over.
“Good morning. How can I help you?”
Sylvie placed the card on the counter. “I need to make a withdrawal.”
“Of course. What amount?”
“The balance. It should be two thousand dollars.” She paused. “I need it for medical expenses.”
The teller’s expression softened to the specific sympathy of someone who has been trained to respond to these situations. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be,” Sylvie said. “I’m still standing.”
The teller typed. Then she stopped typing.
