It hadn’t been complicated like Kyle had expected. When he walked into the bank, he had expected to have to convince a skeptical clerk to even look into the situation. He was sure that some technicality that would prevent the whole thing.
Instead, they were expecting him. He sat down at a desk, signed a few forms, and was the owner of a bank account worth $42,000,000. Mr. Carothers had never acted like a snobby rich guy; Kyle would have never guessed that he had anything like this much.
Kyle withdrew $1,000 and went to tell Aunt Betty the news.