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Chapter Thirty-Seven

I spit out directions in a frenzy. “I know he is definitely on
his way there. I know him. You should have seen him. He was so
angry! I’ve never seen him like that before.”
Gord continues to drive in silence. I pray for every red light to
turn green. Please God, please let us get there before him. Please.
We finally pull up outside the bank and I jump out of the car.
My adrenaline is off the charts. I force myself to act calm as the
teller lifts her head and asks pleasantly, “Hi there and how can I
help you today?”
“Hi.” I stop and gulp in a few deep breaths. “I’d like to open
a new account please. And then I’d like to transfer half from my
other account into the new one.”
“Sure, I can do that for you. We’ll just need to take a few
minutes to fill out a few forms for the new account.”
I hand her my bank book, nervously looking over my
shoulder, sure that I will see Hudson charging through the
front door any minute. So far, so good.
I am bouncing on my heels as I wait for the teller to finish
up the forms. I know I need to split the amount 50/50. I know
what is fair. We have been married for nearly 10 years. I’m
not about to try and do anything underhanded. I want to do
the right thing. Hudson came into our relationship with the
clothes on his back and not much else. It was my inheritance
that made it possible for us to get into the housing market in
Toronto and to record my first album. I thank God for my
parents and have always been extremely grateful for their hard
work and dedication. How I wish just one of them was here
right now to help me with this mess.
I keep checking over my shoulder. I can sense the teller knows
something is going on. Perhaps my nerves are more obvious than
I think. Maybe she can smell the fear oozing from my pores?
Thank goodness she is moving quickly.

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