restful night. I was hopeful I had put the girl behind me for good.
I was anxious to get back to the bank that morning. I rushed through my morning shower, didn’t even blow-dry my hair, had a quick bowl of cereal , and darted out the door as fast as possible. The whole way, I silently prayed I had dreamt the bank error. I pulled up to the ATM and my hands were shaking. I put my card in. Please, please, please….
“ NO!” I shouted. Not possible, not possible. The amount wasn’t the same. Not even close. It was now $1,674,389! It was more. A lot more…
I pulled around to the front of the bank and idled for a while. How could it be more? Who was doing this to me? When I finally calmed, I opened the door and walked slowly into the bank. As I walked, I don’t know why, but I got angry. It wasn’t a normal emotion for me. I’m not a happy-go-lucky type of person, but I don’t let my emotions rule me either.
With each step, I was more infuriated than the last. I walked to the rear of the line and waited. And waited. I was grow ing impatient. Finally, I was at the front of the line and Emily, in her always bubbly and happy personality, greeted me in the same manner she always had.
“ Good morning, Christina. What can I do for you today, honey?”
“ Um, well, I have some questions about recent deposits to my account,” I stated.
“ Okay. No problem.”
While she fumbled with the keys, she made small talk about the weather. I hardly noticed. I was concentrating on not letting the vein that was pulsing in time with my heartbeat pop out of my forehead. The look on her face brought sweat to my forehead and neck, and I dug my fingernails into my hands and bit my lip.
“ Oh,” she exclaimed, “I see!” She glanced at me and back to the screen and back to me again. “What was your question, Christina?”
What was my question?! Was she kidding me?!
“ Why are there one and a half million dollars in deposits in my account?” I asked bluntly.
“ I don’t know.” She looked as confused as I felt.
“ Well, where in the hell did it come from?” I almost shouted.
I saw the fear in her eyes, and I put my head down in retreat and took a breath. Why was I so angry? It was too much, all too much.
“ It’s three separate deposits from a numbered account. This type of account is untraceable. It’s a foreign account.”
“ Of course,” I snorted.
“ Wait a minute. There is an address here in the note section of your account and instructions to give it to you before you access the deposits.” She looked at me bewildered. “I have never seen anything like this before…” she trailed off.
“ Well…”
She started jotting down the address and then handed me the paper. Then I turned to walk.
“ Is there anything else I can do for you, Christina?” she asked.
“ Actually, yes,” I turned back. “I’d like to make a withdrawal.”
Whoever made this mistake wouldn’t notice if I took out one hundred dollars, would they? And I would go to this address and return the money right back to whomever it belonged.
I winced as she counted out the bills, “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred. Will there be anything else?”
“ No,” and I turned to leave. I started the car, looked at the paper, and wondered about what would be waiting for me in Ohio.
I put the address into the GPS Alex gave me last Christmas and stopped to fill up with gas. Alex always liked to buy me expensive toys I couldn’t afford myself. Even though I hated to, I always accepted with as much grace as I could muster . I would thank him until he would have to hush me with a kiss and I would succumb. The thought made me smile, and though I missed him terribly, I was glad he wasn’t here to stop me from my new, probably crazy, journey.
The drive was long and slow. I had nothing to do of course but think about the
I was anxious to get back to the bank that morning. I rushed through my morning shower, didn’t even blow-dry my hair, had a quick bowl of cereal , and darted out the door as fast as possible. The whole way, I silently prayed I had dreamt the bank error. I pulled up to the ATM and my hands were shaking. I put my card in. Please, please, please….
“ NO!” I shouted. Not possible, not possible. The amount wasn’t the same. Not even close. It was now $1,674,389! It was more. A lot more…
I pulled around to the front of the bank and idled for a while. How could it be more? Who was doing this to me? When I finally calmed, I opened the door and walked slowly into the bank. As I walked, I don’t know why, but I got angry. It wasn’t a normal emotion for me. I’m not a happy-go-lucky type of person, but I don’t let my emotions rule me either.
With each step, I was more infuriated than the last. I walked to the rear of the line and waited. And waited. I was grow ing impatient. Finally, I was at the front of the line and Emily, in her always bubbly and happy personality, greeted me in the same manner she always had.
“ Good morning, Christina. What can I do for you today, honey?”
“ Um, well, I have some questions about recent deposits to my account,” I stated.
“ Okay. No problem.”
While she fumbled with the keys, she made small talk about the weather. I hardly noticed. I was concentrating on not letting the vein that was pulsing in time with my heartbeat pop out of my forehead. The look on her face brought sweat to my forehead and neck, and I dug my fingernails into my hands and bit my lip.
“ Oh,” she exclaimed, “I see!” She glanced at me and back to the screen and back to me again. “What was your question, Christina?”
What was my question?! Was she kidding me?!
“ Why are there one and a half million dollars in deposits in my account?” I asked bluntly.
“ I don’t know.” She looked as confused as I felt.
“ Well, where in the hell did it come from?” I almost shouted.
I saw the fear in her eyes, and I put my head down in retreat and took a breath. Why was I so angry? It was too much, all too much.
“ It’s three separate deposits from a numbered account. This type of account is untraceable. It’s a foreign account.”
“ Of course,” I snorted.
“ Wait a minute. There is an address here in the note section of your account and instructions to give it to you before you access the deposits.” She looked at me bewildered. “I have never seen anything like this before…” she trailed off.
“ Well…”
She started jotting down the address and then handed me the paper. Then I turned to walk.
“ Is there anything else I can do for you, Christina?” she asked.
“ Actually, yes,” I turned back. “I’d like to make a withdrawal.”
Whoever made this mistake wouldn’t notice if I took out one hundred dollars, would they? And I would go to this address and return the money right back to whomever it belonged.
I winced as she counted out the bills, “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred. Will there be anything else?”
“ No,” and I turned to leave. I started the car, looked at the paper, and wondered about what would be waiting for me in Ohio.
I put the address into the GPS Alex gave me last Christmas and stopped to fill up with gas. Alex always liked to buy me expensive toys I couldn’t afford myself. Even though I hated to, I always accepted with as much grace as I could muster . I would thank him until he would have to hush me with a kiss and I would succumb. The thought made me smile, and though I missed him terribly, I was glad he wasn’t here to stop me from my new, probably crazy, journey.
The drive was long and slow. I had nothing to do of course but think about the
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