"Last year I sold my first story. When the check came I hurried over to Mama's and put the long green slip of paper in her lap. 'For you,' I said, 'to put in your Bank Account.'
And I noticed for the first time how old Mama and Papa looked. Papa seemed shorter, now, and Mama's wheaten braids were sheened with silver.
Mama fingered the check and looked at Papa.
'Is good,' she said, and her eyes were proud.
'Tomorrow,' I told her, 'you must take it down to the Bank.'
'You will go with me, Katrin?'
'That won't be necessary, Mama. See? I've endorsed the check to you. Just hand it to the teller, he'll deposit it to your account.'
Mama looked at me. 'Is no account,' she said. 'In all my life, I never been inside a Bank...