Nice choice of language, Jenny thought. They were big winners alright.
Michael reached in the breast pocket of his jacket and produced an envelope. From it he removed a blue card, and she leaned in close to get a look, surprised that it hadn’t occurred to her to want to see it sooner. Michael had slipped into the typing classroom during a break and made it up. It looked remarkably official.
“See,” he said, beaming. “All you need to do is show this to the store manager and you’ve got one hundred dollars of store credit.”
The skinny old hag staggered backward, gasping. The broom fell to the porch with a clatter. She dumped beer on the stained carpet under her bare feet. Amos swatted the can out of her hand and it rolled to the edge of the porch and rested there. Jenny looked at it, wonder
