“Look, honey, Grandma sent you a birthday card. Want me to read it to you?”
She slipped the bills out of the card and into her pocket as she walked down the hall, waving the colorful card around. Tomorrow, after her husband headed to work and she’d done the school drop off, she’d call her mother and confess.
“Yay, Grandma! Look, Mommy, it has a puppy on the front.”
“Put your card in your room and go get your shoes. We’re going to the grocery store.”
“Can I have candy?”
Calculations flew through her mind. Pasta. Meat. Jar of sauce.