But we made it.”
She started unloading her cart. It didn’t take long. Bread.
Eggs. A half gallon of milk. One big can of baby formula.
No snacks. No extras. Just basics.
I scanned everything and hit total.
She opened her wallet and pulled out a thin stack of bills.
I watched her count, lips moving. Her forehead creased.
She checked another pocket. Then her little zipper pouch. Then, the back of her wallet, like money might appear if she believed hard enough.
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