Standing in the checkout line at a chain pharmacy, two girls just ahead of me clutched donuts, peanuts, chips, candy bars, and a crumply five dollar bill. Their items scanned, they were 35 cents short. “You can put something back,” said the cashier. The line shuffled. The girls looked at each other. Then, good luck! The cashier found some change behind the counter and their transaction was completed. When I left, I saw the two girls getting into an old van where several more kids sat and mom was at the wheel. The license plate was from a distant place.