The online banker sounds concerned, as if he’s trying to keep me on the line until the ambulance arrives
Certain contractual terms oblige my oldest sons to periodically appear at their places of employment. On rare occasions they both go in on the same day. On this particular day, my wife and the dog are also out. I’m alone in the house.
I’m lingering over lunch – because, why not? – when my phone pings in my pocket. It’s a text from my bank.
