A Year Apart
India must have at least a way to connect to the outside world by paying for her cell phone bill. Though she had very little food in the refrigerator, a doggie bag of uneaten lunch from a few days ago. A half a carton of eggs and enough milk to eat two bowls of cereal, maybe three if she ate tiny portions.
Then she remembered the back of the closet. She had a stash of cash—a small jar filled with nickels and a few quarters. She dumped the jar of coins onto the bed and started counting. Maybe she could go to the store and get a few things to sustain herself this month. After calculating the cash, it amounted to $7.15.
It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. India dressed to go to the store and purchase cold cuts and a loaf of bread. It was strangely cold outside, an
