Jhen, the teller at my bank, has a way with words.
“I can offer you this,” she says. “Sex… on me.”
The bank is small and quiet, empty and full of money. Jhen waits patiently, head at a slight tilt, hands flat on the counter. She reminds me of a Black Jack dealer, white shirt and all. Jhen is small and exotic and beautiful with short dark hair and a mouth with turned down corners bracketing an almost smile. Her eyes are sleepy and I imagine us in bed.
“Is that a hypothetical?” I say.
“I'm sorry?”
I pause, think about repeating the “sex on me” comment, consider I may have misunderstood. I count my words in small denominations.
“I'm sorry. What was your… offer? Again?” I ask.
“Checks… no fee. We offer that with any new account.”
She touches her hair at the back of her head the same way Sheila does when she's nervous. Or about to explode.
“I don't need a new account… do I?”
“Your wife is on this account, a Sheila Douglas. There's a note with a request to close the account and to inform the parties of any… transactions.”
“Sheila's my ex-wife,” I said. “We're getting divorced.”
“Yes. Would you like to open a new account?” Jhen says.
I wonder if Jhen is single. Her fingers are absent of rings, and she's not layered in makeup like Sheila. No, this girl is not made up. Jhen is real and seems willing to let me handle money and open cash accounts without all the questions. She looks happy, responsible, on top of things. I'd like her on top of me.
“Sir,” Jhen asks again, patiently, ”Are you interested in a new account?”
A new account? I wonder if Jhen would let me transfer everything into a new account, without Sheila knowing. If I could just get my hands on some money, withdraw it, take it, and hide it… hide it under my new mattress, the one I picked up at the recycle store for my new apartment. I think Jhen would like my mattress especially with all that money under it. It'd be our secret. Like money in the bank. Shelia wouldn't have to know. She'd think I was making another mistake. This is what it's come to. One, or two mistakes and suddenly our marriage is over.
Jhen would understand mistakes. She probably makes them all the time working in this bank.
“Are you Japanese?” I ask. “You look very exotic.”
She gives me a coy look, a look dispensed to hundreds of men before.
“My mother is, yes,” she says, laughing. A pause. “Does a new account interest you?”
The bank is very quiet. There is a flat-screen TV in the corner on mute. It shows the world still revolving. On the Jerry Springer Show, an animated couple yells and swings at each other. I can't bear to hear them. It's all too familiar.
“Can you save me?” I say to Jhen, worried I might cry.
“I'm sure we can, sir,” Jhen says, eyes lowered, scanning the computer screen. “We do offer a savings account, but again it will require your wife's okay on the transaction.”
It will be okay I tell myself. It'll all work out. And Jhen? I think I may be wrong about her. She is beautiful and she enjoys money but she is not prone to mistakes.
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You don't happen to have Jhen's phone number, do you? I suppose she wouldn't like old guys like me. Sigh.
Oh, by the way--great story! *
A fine bit of wry on the rocks.
Built out very nicely from the misunderstanding. That took a deft touch; you handled it well.
What Steven said works for me...
The misunderstanding is clever, but the story reaches beyond that for more.*
I like the active process here - an extra layer of a reality that is fictional interrupting the the fictional life that is quite real. Nice writing.
Tight little tale.
This is sooo tightly written. The best piece, both technically and emotionally, that I've read here in a while.
Thanks Shawn, Sally, Sam, Gary P, James, Steven, Gary H, Jake for your kind comments and taking the time to read.
Fave. I believe this is the first story of yours I've read, but I will read more.
Nice intertwining of the narrator's desire to escape and the harsh reality that seems to be his life. *
All the elements in place. Cool.
Makes one wonder how we ever manage to share reality (if, in fact, we do). *
Teasingly good.
How did I miss this? It's so excellent.