I picked it up and placed it in the cart.

Then, almost without thinking, I picked up a second carton for Evelyn.

She caught my eye and smiled.

At the checkout, an elderly gentleman ahead of us was searching his pockets for a few more coins.

The cashier waited patiently as he counted.

Before I could offer assistance, Poppy touched my sleeve.

“Grandma,” she whispered, “could we help him?”

I nodded.