Chapter 9I picked up Darlene the next morning and we started our day by going to my bank. When we walked in, I asked to talk to the bank manager. When someone called him to say I wanted to talk to him, he immediately got to his feet and came running out to meet me.
“Ms. Howell! William Norton, our president said you’d be in to see us. Welcome. Come on in and sit down.” The sign on his door read Richard Maxwell, Branch Manager.
He ushered us into his office, and I introduced Darlene.
“I saw the transfer come through to your account yesterday and almost fainted. Good heavens, Ms. Howell. I didn’t know writers made that much money.”
We laughed.
“It was an investment that paid off really well. I bought a hundred dollars of a penny stock that just grew and grew,” I said.
“It didn’t hurt t
