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

now I saw it myself.

Every time a customer approached the self-checkout machine, Kevin took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the screen.

“He did it on purpose,” Brenda whispered, her forehead resting against the cold glass of the passenger window.

“He used my login while I was at home, Martha.”

She turned her head to look at me, her eyes wide.