“Do you want to write the editor?”

“No.

I want to pay the store.

That ought to be louder than another letter.”

We went over the first week’s donations.

Some were ten dollars tucked inside envelopes.

One was a twenty-dollar bill from a child who said she’d sold lemonade.

Denise’s employees had quietly collected money, though I insisted it not come out of their wages or under any pressure.