Take it from the widow (kind of a pun): Advice and a brief narrative

When that little voice tells you, "Get out of here, now," you'd better get out of there now.

I didn't, and I'm paying for it.

This morning, the new guy at the bank set up this neat little temporary account for me. Only he was too new to know what he was doing.

Now, after spending another hour at the bank and about that much time on the phone with SS--that's Social Security--at home and at the bank, I find I must go back to the bank Tuesday evening and we'll call SS again.

All to straighten out what he got me in to.

Dmitriy. I know, you think that's misspelled. But it's not. Dmitriy is a nice young man, with whom I do not want any other contact. The woman who helped me this evening assured me she will tell him his error. I told her to do it, because I was getting mad and didn't want to be rude to young, new Dmitriy.