Darla picked her heavy black handbag up off the floor and set it on the polished glass with a solid thud.

She undid the heavy brass clasp and reached in, pulling out a thick roll of twenty-dollar bills wrapped in a wide yellow rubber band.

“How much is the emerald dress, Chloe?” Darla asked.

Chloe checked the stock tag sewn inside the collar of the gown and typed three keys.

“Three hundred and eighty-nine dollars,” Chloe said.

“With South Dakota sales tax, that comes to four hundred and twelve dollars and thirty-four cents.”

Darla slid the rubber band off the roll of money and laid it on the glass counter.