I took out three and put them on a saucer.

I had enough for coffee and crackers.

I did not have enough for another week like this.

The old bank card was still in my stitched handbag.

I ate one cracker, then wrapped the other two in a napkin and put them back.

By eight twenty, Karen had appeared beside me on the sidewalk with a small grocery bag in one hand and a look I knew better than to ask about.

“I was nearby,” she said.