I read all of the mysteries when I was a girl. Before the boy-craziness struck. There were other mysteries that took me over then.
This past week or so I've been sleuthing my way through old bank statements figuring out what all of the deposits were composed of. Bonus checks? Straight salary? Mr. Ex and that money that we still need to divide.
I have one bank account figured out and am waiting for the other bank to get back to me. "Are you being audited?" the young woman asked. They look so grown up those bank vice-presidents in their business attire.
"Divorce," I said.
"I'm so, so sorry," she said.