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

the asphalt of the parking lot.

A few cars were parked near the garden center, their windshields catching the morning light. The quiet hum of the highway in the distance was the only sound.

I stopped near the brick pillar by the entrance, opening my leather purse. I took the paper receipt Brenda had given me, folding it twice until continue reading …