The woman at the register says to the man, “That’ll be $5.58.” The man offers her a rumpled five dollar bill. Then he fishes through his pockets for two quarters, a nickel and three pennies. He drops the coins from a few inches above the cashier’s outstretched hand. A penny rolls away. He says, “Sorry!” She says, “That’s OK. I got another penny right here.” There is no gentle laying of coins into the hand of another. There is no touch. There is always that distance. Sometimes inches, sometimes miles. The man leaves, stepping on the penny as he goes.