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Recently our financial situation improved. In no small part, Lo’s getting a full-time job has certainly contributed to our recovering fiscal health. Now that we aren’t always scraping by to pay the rent or put food on the table, we actually have a little bit of money that we can set aside for a rainy day. So, trying to be the responsible adults we pretend to be, we created a joint savings account. I know, nothing says sexy like money in the bank. Walking home from the bank, feeling a sense of accomplishment, I said to Lo, “We’ll call our account ‘The Community Chest.’”
“Community Chest! — That’s what they called me in college!” she blurted out with a smile.
I thought she was joking and said as much.
“No,” she said, “that’s really what they called me. There’s a long story there that I’ll tell you when we get home,” she said, grabbing hold of my hand and pressing her palm into mine.
When we got home, I started to make myself a sandwich in the kitchen. “So,” I said to her, “what’s the story from college?”
“What story?” Lo asked, playing dumb. She loves to tease me and see that she has succeeded in piquing my interest.
“You know what story,” I said, taking out the pickles, “the ‘Community Chest’ story.”