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‘I want to open a bank account’, she said.
‘A bank account?’
‘You’ll have to go with me.’
‘But my dear,’ Mrs. Wheatley said, ‘what would you open a bank account with?’
Beth reached into her blouse pocket, took out the check and handed it to her. Mrs. Wheatley sat up in her chair and held the check in her hand as though it were a Dead Sea Scroll. She was silent for a moment, reading it. Then she said softly, ‘One hundred dollars.’
‘I need a parent or guardian. At the bank.’
‘One hundred dollars.’ Mrs. Wheatley said. ‘Then you won it?’
‘Yes. It says ‘First Place’ on the check.’
‘I see’, Mrs. Wheatley said. ‘I hadn’t the foggiest idea people made money playing chess.’
‘Some tournaments have bigger prizes than that.’
‘Goodness!’ Mrs. Wheatley was still staring at the check.
‘We can go to the bank after school tomorrow’
‘Certainly,’ Mrs. Wheatley said.