“Tell me which brand.”

“Yellow can, gentle formula,” I said.

“It’s twenty-four dollars a can.

Get two if they have them.”

He stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, his back straight and his steps even on the pavement.

I watched him walk through the automatic glass doors and disappear into the first aisle.

While he was inside, I took my phone out of my coat pocket and opened my banking app.

I logged into my small business bookkeeping account, the separate checking account I used for my freelance clients.