Seventy-Two-Year-Old Darla Pays Cash for an Emerald Green Prom Dress
She sat down on the edge of her bed with her back to the door and pulled her knees up to her chest.
I stood in the doorway a while longer, but she didn’t turn around or say anything more.
I stepped out into the hall and pulled her door nearly closed, leaving only a thin line of light across the carpet.
I leaned back against the wall and opened the banking app on my phone.
The balances came up under the hall light in plain black numbers.
Savings balance: twenty-eight dollars even.