“Are these five dollars a dozen?” she asked, leaning across the passenger seat.

“Five dollars for twelve ears, yes ma’am,” Daisy said, her small voice clear as she held her wooden picking basket by both wire handles.

Ben stepped forward with a brown paper bag, pulled twelve heavy ears from the top crate, and handed the full bag through her window.

The woman gave him a ten-dollar bill.

Ben pulled his metal cash box out from under the wooden bench, counted out a five-dollar bill, and handed her the change carefully.

“Thank you, son,” she said, pulling back onto the two-lane highway.