“$20.32,” the cashier said.
Ed opened his wallet and counted all the bills, sixteen even. His pocket clinked as he pulled out a handful of change, nowhere near four dollars.
He sighed and said, with a reddening face, “um. I guess I don’t need the milk,” before pushing the carton towards the cashier. She took it sympathetic reluctance.
Ed felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw an old woman holding a five dollar bill.
“Take this,” she said. “I remember how hard it was on my mother that we didn’t have enough food. Your mother’s worried about you.”