Jeannie and her daughter
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. I got an email from Jeannie of my bank. I remember the name. She had helped me the day before at the local branch. “I am just check on you and what our bank did for you yesterday.” I noticed she was not using a bank email address. I responded, “everything was fine, thanks for your help.” She shot back another email immediately, “can we talk about other things?” I said, sure, but here is my private email, ______” We were both on Gmail hangouts in a...