The bus dropped the kids at the corner at twenty to five.

Lily came up the drive swinging her backpack by one strap.

Noah trailed behind her, tugging at his socks.

Then the truck came down the street much too fast for a neighborhood block and backed up against the garage door.

Dale dropped the tailgate, set five burlap sacks on the concrete one after the other, and slit the first one open with a box cutter.

Out came pennies.