All of them.

Every one.”

I walked to the bus stop on Third because the truck had a quarter tank and I had four dollars and thirty cents.

Arthur was already there in his good coat, holding two cups of diner coffee and a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

“Two fifty apiece,” he said.

“Don’t argue with me.

I’ve been buying coffee for forty years, and I’ve never once lost money on it.”

I drank half of it standing up.