She took a little blue slip of paper out of her sweater pocket.

“He gave me this library pass for school,” she said.

“Tuck it in your yellow folder,” I said.

I opened the refrigerator.

Inside were a gallon of milk, a block of cheddar, and two yellow apples.

My checking account had six dollars and sixty cents in it from the final payroll accounting, but the county audit receipt was tucked safely in my purse.

The deposit for Noah’s severe asthma medicine had been taken care of.