I had enough money for the orange: $.60 on my card, plus a quarter. I tried to explain the split payment, but the cashier gave up and just told me to take it.
Years later, I want to go back and make it right, but there’s no one that cares.
Rachael lives in San Francisco and has just started writing.
I love this. Keep it up.
Thank you so much! I will.
Rachael, this is a beautiful story. I hope to see more stories from you. Well done.