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

down the baking aisle, looking for a box of baking soda, when a shadow fell over the shelf of sugar bags.

Kevin stood there, jingling the loose coins in his right trouser pocket.

“Afternoon, Martha,” he said, his short, clipped sentences cutting through the noise of the shopping carts. “Finding everything?”

“Just some baking soda, Kevin,continue reading …