A piece of cardboard taped to the edge of the table read: All items priced as marked.

I held up a pair of boys’ blue jeans and checked the fabric at the knees.

“Three dollars,” I said.

“These should fit him perfectly by October.”

Luke pulled a faded green sweatshirt from the bottom of the messy pile and held it up against his chest to check the size.

“It has a dark stain on the collar,” I pointed out.

Luke rubbed the rough fabric with his thumb.