That first night, she was gone for several hours. The weather was nasty and I began to worry. Right when I picked up the phone to call her she pulled into the driveway. I watched as she grabbed a few bags and headed in. I told her how much I’d missed her. She said, “Good, now help me get the rest.”
As I headed to the van, I saw bags and bags full of stuff and my heart started to race. I unloaded the rest of the bags as she started lining all the stuff out on the dinner table. The table was halfway covered with various items – pasta, body wash, razors, vitamins – and the list kept going.
I finally worked up enough courage to ask how much she spent, ready to give a lecture about how we don’t have that kind of money. And then she said, “Oh, about five dollars.” My jaw dropped. I surveyed the table again. I saw brands that I was familiar with but had never really tried. I had always thought that the store brands were the cheapest way to go.
“FIVE DOLLARS!!!” I shouted. “You’ve got to be kidding? Where are the receipts?!?” I pored over the
