Ninety-One Thousand Dirty Pennies Dumped on a Driveway in Oak Creek

I did it the way you do bacon, paper towels laid out in squares, one handful at a time.

The grease came off black and soaked right through to the second towel.

Beneath it, the linoleum turned gray wherever the paper sat.

I sniffed it.

Gear lube.

The shop floor at the end of a Saturday.

“Wash them off,” Lily said.

“Water won’t do anything to this.”