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The Iberian Horseshoe — A Journey

Part IV. North East

The Bank of Jazz

Steve Porter

Global Fiction

First publication: October 2007

http://badosa.com/n250-70

When I tell the assistant in Mary’s bank my surname he says “Oh yes, I get it, like Cole Porter.” He then asks if I approve of the music that is playing. I hadn’t even noticed it to be honest. I’m thinking of money and new clothes, and about my new mobile phone, about a haircut for the wedding—tomorrow Francesc is going to marry the pianist—and anything but Mary. I agree that the music is pleasant enough.

“You can come back to my bank anytime with a name like that,” says the teller, as he takes the money Mary has asked me to transfer. I leave the bank feeling a little sorry that I don’t have an account there myself.