Ninety-One Thousand Dirty Pennies Dumped on a Driveway in Oak Creek
“So there’s six dollars and sixty cents left over,” Noah said, pulling up his white athletic socks.
“That six dollars and sixty cents stays right in the cafeteria account for next week,” I said, pointing to the bottom line on my receipt.
I dragged a black plastic milk crate out from under the kitchen sink and set it by the leg of the table.
The heavy plastic flexed in my hands when I dropped the first twenty rolls in.
“Are we taking these crates right to the principal tomorrow?” Noah asked.