Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Not my sister

Married but divorced after 4 years, she has a son she adores.  At that time, the only source of stress was perhaps loneliness and a deep pining for him who lived with his Filipino father.  She had him only during weekends.  Otherwise, Pebble's life was peaceful.

She worked in Royal Bank in Canada.

She was efficient and reliable.  Traits that should define the job description fitted her to a T actually.  Her reputation was spotless. 



Her day in the bank would be marked only by regular routines.  The only stress that she probably encountered was coming to work in the winter.

She countersigned checks that were being cashed in by non-depositors of the back. The bank clients were required to present their ID's for authentication.

On that particular day, she had a few clients who were completely unfamiliar for she would sometimes encounter her neighbors or the grocery bagger from time to time.

While the work took its natural course that day, one of her assistants approached her about a client who was cashing in her check but did not bring her proper identification papers.  The said client claimed that she was Pebble's sister and that Pebbles could identify her name written on the check as payee.

Austen Langoey!  She had no sister by that name and there was no need to recall all her siblings.  She was certain she did not know this person.

(time's up - had to give reminders to hubby while writing this)

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