482. DIMANCHE

DIMANCHE
I held the teller in my arms;
kissing briefly, I asked about
the interest rate. 'Very high,' she
said - but I knew she was lying.
It was posted on the wall for
all to see; not worth a damn
and less than three: percent
that is. I wanted to ask
her opinion of 'premature
withdrawal' but found
I hadn't the
nerve.