Four times.
In person.
With my license.
Sixty-one thousand dollars.
I have never been inside the First Federal branch on Route 9 in my life.
I told Thomas this.
He said: you must have spent it and forgotten, Ang.
He said: you work too much.
He said it with the gentleness of someone expressing concern rather than accusation.
He said it with the gentleness of someone who knows exactly what he is doing.
I told my own lawyer.
She believed me initially and then began to believe me less as the evidence accumulated against me.
The withdrawal slips were signed in my name.
The teller had stamped them.
There was a record.
My grandmother’s ring disappeared in March.
Thomas said I must have lost it at work.
His mother said nurses were always taking their rings off.
I have not taken a ring off at work in fourteen years.
My grandmother’s ring was an emerald with two small diamonds.
