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

bright yellow plastic hairclip caught the flat morning light. She was tapping the toe of her sneaker against a dark grease spot on the pavement, looking around the lot as if she were not supposed to be there.

“Martha,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she stepped closer to my driver-side door. “I was hoping I would run into you out here.continue reading …