Shames ya, don’t it?
Got to act flip, huh?” Her voice was gentle.
The clerk watched her, fascinated.
He didn’t answer. “That’s how it is,” Ma said finally. “Forty cents for meat, fifteen for bread, quarter for potatoes.
That’s eighty cents.
Coffee?”
“Twenty cents the cheapest, ma’am.”
“An’ that’s the dollar.
Seven of us workin’, an’ that’s supper.” She studied her hand. “Wrap ’em up,” she said quickly.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Thanks.” He put the potatoes in a bag and folded the top carefully down.
His eyes slipped to Ma, and then hid in his work again.
She watched him, and she smiled a little.
“How’d you get a job like this?” she asked.
“A fella got to eat,” he began; and then, belligerently, “A fella got a right to eat.”
“What fella?” Ma asked.
He placed the four packages on the counter.
“Meat,” he said. “Potatoes, bread, coffee.
One dollar, even.”
She handed him her slip of paper and watched while he entered the name and the amount in a ledger.
“There,” he said. “Now we’re all even.”
Ma picked up her bags.
“Say,” she said. “We got no sugar for the coffee.
My boy Tom, he wants sugar.
Look!” she said.
“They’re a-workin’ out there.
You let me have some sugar an’ I’ll bring the slip in later.”
The little man looked away—took his eyes as far from Ma as he could.
“I can’t do it,” he said softly. “That’s the rule.
I can’t.
I’d get in trouble.
I’d get canned.”
“But they’re a-workin’ out in the field now.
They got more’n a dime comin’.
Gimme ten cents’ of sugar.
Tom, he wanted sugar in his coffee.
Spoke about it.”
“I can’t do it, ma’am.
That’s the rule.
No slip, no groceries.
The manager, he talks about that all the time.
No, I can’t do it.
No, I can’t.
They’d catch me.
They always catch fellas.
Always.
I can’t.”
“For a dime?”
“For anything, ma’am.” He looked pleadingly at her.
And then his face lost its fear.
He took ten cents from his pocket and rang it up in the cash register. “There,” he said with relief. He pulled a little bag from under the counter, whipped it open and scooped some sugar into it, weighed the bag, and added a little more sugar. “There you are,” he said.