I stopped digging coins out from under the couch skirt.

“What is it, Irene?”

“We don’t have enough paper sleeves,” Irene said.

She held up the empty cardboard box.

“Counting what we wrapped this morning and what’s left in here, we’re five hundred wrappers short.”

“Five hundred wrappers is twenty-five thousand pennies,” I said.

“That’s two hundred fifty dollars we can’t roll.”

“A box of fifty paper wrappers runs four dollars at the hardware store,” Irene said.