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

the far corner of the lot.

“She has nowhere else to go while her daughter is in school,” I said.

We walked past the shopping cart corral, our shoes making a soft, crunching sound on the wet gravel. At the very edge of the property, parked beneath the drooping branches of a large willow tree, sat Brenda’s rusted blue sedan.

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