Nine hundred fifteen dollars, if the sacks held what he claimed.

Five sacks.

That was a hundred eighty-three dollars a sack, and I had no way to tell whether any sack held what he claimed.

I called the shop.

The machine answered on the fourth ring and gave me the hours, which I already knew.

Then I called the bank’s after-hours number, and a recording told me deposits posted at midnight, Monday through Friday, and wished me a pleasant evening.

Lily brought me the shiniest coin she’d found, laid it on my knee, and went back to the pile.