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

the autumn sun was high enough to turn the asphalt of the Oak Creek supermarket parking lot into a gray sheet of glare. I was carrying my blue plastic shopping basket with the cracked handle toward the Buick when I saw Brenda standing near my rear bumper. She was on her fifteen-minute break, her thin store vest unzipped over a blue sweater, and her continue reading …