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

where the self-checkout lanes were glowing with blue light.

Kevin was standing near the customer service desk, his hands deep in his trouser pockets.

I could see the movement of his right hand, the familiar shape of coins jingling in his pocket.

“He is not looking at the customers,” I said.

“He is watching Brenda’s lane,” Gerald had told me earlier, but continue reading …