He turned his back, walked out into the main bay, and pulled the metal fire door closed between us.

By one thirty I was sitting on the edge of the couch in my living room with my boots still on.

Lily sat on the floor by the front window, holding her jam jar with six silver quarters in it.

“Is the bank going to clean the money for us, Mom?” Lily asked, looking up from the jar.

“No, Lily,” I said.

“We’ve got to work out how to clean it ourselves.”