Instalment One Hundred and Forty One

“It’s mine. Give it to me,” she begged.

“I’m sorry madam but as I told you, without a bankbook I can’t authorise withdrawals, it’s policy.”

“It’s my wedding anniversary, I need that withdrawal.”

“You’ll have to talk to the manager.”

“OH I WILL.” She marched to the manager’s office.

“Mr... ahhhh... what’s your name again?”

“Having trouble with withdrawals again I see?”

“I’ve misplaced my bankbook.”

“Of course, of course. I’m going to need to ask you two security questions like yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

“I’ll just need to know your mother’s maiden name and the name of your first pet?”

“How can I tell you that! I’ve given it to you for safe keeping so I don’t have to carry around all that baggage. Why do you think I use the Memory Bank?”

“As I explained yesterday, we are here to safeguard precious memories for our clients but we do find older customers, like yourself, sometimes have trouble accessing them. You don’t want to lose your memories do you? If you can’t be trusted with a bankbook, can you be trusted with the golden memory of your wedding to your late husband? Your security prompt is Memento mori. Ring any bells?”