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

about my grandfather’s study. About the books he’d let me read when I couldn’t sleep. About the chess set we’d played on every Sunday. About the watch he’d worn every day of his life, the one he’d promised me would be mine someday because “you’re the only one who understands the value of time.”

“The watch,” I said. “Grandpa’s watch. He told me I could continue reading …