The Bank Agent

The bank agent got a call about an old man, a widower, that hadn’t paid his bills in six months and was nowhere to be found. His relatives were dead and his children lived off in the big cities on the coast. His accounts had run dry.

The bank agent had to go make a house call. He knew what would greet him at the door.

It was his third call like it this week.

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