Zach was thirsty. It was his lunch break and the Perk Up was too crowded to grab a quick bite there. He wandered down the sidewalk and to the kiosk at the corner. The newsstand had some bottles of water, candy bars. He grabbed an apple and a bag of trail mix, and asked the woman behind the counter for a bottle of water. He knew he should have packed a lunch.
“Seven-fifty.” the woman, Zorah, said, handing him the water bottle, already dripping with condensation.
“Highway robbery,” he said as he smiled at her. He handed her a ten, then remembered the strange, beat up coin that old dude had tipped him. “Wait, here’s fifty cents,” he said. Zorah handed him three ones in return, and plopped the fifty-cent piece into her register.
Later, that night, Zorah would worry about whether the bank would accept it. She was concerned that it would mess up her drawer count. She drew the beat up coin out of the register, and dropped two of her own quarters into the till. The beat up old fifty cent piece would be an item of mystery to her son, Michael, she figured. It would jingle nicely in his piggy bank.
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