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I opened my wallet and handed

him a ten-dollar bill. “I’ve bought

enough groceries to last me a while.

You take this.”

“Do you have any more to last

you through the rest of the month?”

Johnson asked.

“No,” I replied, “but my bills are

all paid. I’ll be fine.”

He reluctantly took it because he

needed it, and we left for work.

After a couple of weeks, we had

pretty much forgotten about the

incident. Then one morning we felt a

sense of déjà vu. We opened the

locked garage, opened the locked car,

and there on the seat was a five-dollar