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

side window was cracked open just an inch, and I could see the outline of her head resting against the steering wheel. Her bright yellow plastic hairclip was not in her hair, but was instead clipped to the driver’s visor, catching the dull morning light.

I tapped gently on the glass. Brenda started, her head snapping up, and she stared at me with wide,continue reading …