“It seems your card has been closed.”
“What do you mean it’s been closed? I didn’t close it.”
“It’s a joint account. The joint account holder closed it.”
“What joint account…” Oh my God. I felt my face turn redder than the delicious hot dog I should’ve been eating. Christian. I’d forgotten that we’d applied for this card together. They’d offered it to us when we opened our joint bank account, even though I’d been the only one to ever use it.
I shut my eyes. The joint bank account that I now used as my personal account. I guess that explained why my ATM card wasn’t working either. I was seriously going to kill that man.
I took a deep breath. “Can I reopen it under my own name?”
“Of course. I can take the application over the phone for you, if you’d like. And if everything gets approved, we can have your new cards shipped to you in three to five business days.”
No Gray’s Papaya. So no point to this call right now.
“I’ll call back tomorrow and do that.”
“Okay. Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?”
“Can you buy me a hot dog?”
“Excuse me?”
I shook my head. “Never mind.” I just wanted to go home and crawl in a ball. Except I didn’t have a home. I lived at my sister’s.
So with shoulders slumped and my stomach growling, I started toward her place. But that route took me back past the wine shop again, and as I approached the store, I realized I could at least borrow ten dollars to get something to eat from her register and leave her a note. So that’s what I did. I unlocked the door, rang in a one-cent sale so the drawer would open, and took out a ten, replacing it with a note in case I forgot by the time I got home.
When I shut the drawer, I tossed the ten in my purse and headed out. But not before grabbing another bottle of wine from the display Greer had looted earlier.