Why Martha Saved Five Hundred Paper Receipts From Her Weekly Grocery Trips

the sound of the Buick’s engine the only companion in the car. When I got back to the kitchen, I took the silver envelope out of my pocket and laid it flat on the wood grain of the table, directly under the yellow light of the hanging lamp. It sat there next to the blue binder, bright and red and completely untouched.

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