Nancye wants her money

Nancye, the property manager with the southern accent, called this afternoon while Dale and I were enjoying a dip in the pool. After turning down Shakira, we let the maid answer the phone, figuring that no one we knew had the number for the house.  The maid explained in Spanish that the person on the phone wanted to speak with someone who spoke English. I picked up the receiver.

—Hello, this is Nancye, she said. I want the money. 

I said we needed a little time to gather my family together and asked when was the latest this transaction could be completed. 

—Anytime before the banks close. Today.

I asked if we needed to pay in pesos or dollars.

—Oh, it doesn’t matter, honey. She replied while drawing out the ends of the words.