He took her check. He looked at her license for about two seconds. He slid it right back to her under the glass.
He counted out her money. Every bill. Slowly and carefully. Then he reached over and took the glass bowl off the counter. He held it out to the little girl.
“Would you like a peppermint?” he asked her.
The little girl looked up at her mother. Her mother nodded.
The little girl took one.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” Brandon said. He looked at her mother. “Ma’am, would you be interested in opening an account? It’s free. And you’d never have to worry about cashing a check again. Any time you come in, we’ll know you.”
The woman stared at him.
“You’d… you’d open an account for me?”
“Of course,” Brandon said. “This bank was built for people like you.”
