Do I remember how? You ... you.... She concentrated with every fiber of her being.
"Your signature is shakey," the clerk said.
She whirled on him. Her lips trembled. She choked back hot words.
"I'm upset tonight," she said weakly.
He grunted.
If he catches me, she thought, I'll be dead. He'll kill me! I'll never be able to convince anyone then!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
"How do you want the money?" the clerk asked.
"Any way! Any way!"
He began to count bills.