13
The Bank
Bailey Bank and Trust, Alvin, Texas
The next morning, Peyton leaned against the counter in the bank’s break room, sipping the below-average coffee.
“Girl, where are you?” Kiki, one of the tellers, said as she walked in. Kiki was a little taller and more stick-like than Peyton, yet the two shared similar features. Sometimes the bank manager got the two girls confused. Kiki’s overuse of eye makeup though, made her look like a “trailer park” version of Peyton. “You sure aren’t here. You look like you’re off in your own world again.”
Peyton looked up. “What? Oh, no, sorry. Daydreaming I guess.”
Kiki grinned. “Uh huh. Daydreaming about that man again.”
“Oh stop,” Peyton said with a little grin.
“Tell me about him again? He sounds too good to be true. Let me see if I remember
