I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

a deliberate click that seemed to echo through the suddenly silent house. When he turned to face me, there was something in his expression I’d never seen before. Not grief. Not even anger.

Relief.

“Well,” he said, brushing imaginary dust from his expensive suit. “That’s done.”

I nodded, unsure what to say. Unsure if I was supposed to say anything at all.continue reading …