I Gave My Last $20 to a Shivering Old Man at a Gas Station—The Next Morning, Three Black SUVs Pulled Into My Driveway

and grease when I finally clocked out from my second shift.

My feet ached inside shoes older than my son.

The July heat stuck to my skin like a second uniform.

I counted the wadded bills in my apron pocket twice, hoping the total would somehow change.

Twenty three dollars.

That was all I had.

I counted the wadded bills in my apron pocket.

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