I set the milk carton in my cart beside a box of rolled oats.

“Move your basket out of the aisle, Caroline.”

“Mom had to put four hundred dollars’ worth of her heart medicine on a high-interest credit card yesterday,” Caroline said, stepping closer until her basket knocked against my cart handle.

“She gave thirty years of her life raising us, and you cut her off because you want to hoard your administrative salary.”

Two women shopping near the block cheese turned around to watch.