Joanna digs around in her purse for the Medicare card. The pharmacist waits with that patronizing smile she’s grown to expect. “Are you on file with us?” the young woman asks.
“No, I usually go to Safeway. It’s closer.” She seldom carries cash in the hope that she’ll be less likely to overspend. She wants to be more careful with her money, now that she’s not working. But she can’t bear the thought giving up searching for treasures at her thrift store.
She doesn’t actually hide her purchases from her son and sometimes even shows him the more interesting ones: the tiny clay cat made in Scotland, the cowbell that looks quite old and was surely a bargain at three dollars.
But mostly she puts her treasures in moving cartons and stacks them in the garage which is almost full. Maybe if she reorganized some of the boxes in her storage units there would be space for more. She’s already given away the washer and dryer and the oak dinette set. And maybe she could get rid of that king-size bed since she sure doesn’t need that anymore.
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