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

as she got into her car, the rusted door clicking shut with a sharp, metallic snap.

The blue sedan backed out of the driveway slowly, its tires crunching on the gravel before turning onto the main road toward the highway.

I watched the red taillights disappear behind the row of pine trees at the edge of my yard.

The black folder sat continue reading …