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The pharmacist handed me my prescription,apologized for the wait, and explained that his register had already closed. He asked if I would mind using the register at the front of the store. I told him not to worry and walked up front, where one person was in line ahead of me, a little girl no more than seven, with a bottle of medicine on the counter. She clenched a little green and white striped coin purse closely to her chest. The purse reminded me of the days when, as a child, I played dress-up in my grandma s closet. I d march around the house in oversized clothes, drenched in costume jewelry and hats and scarves, talking grownup talk to anyone who would listen. I remembered the thrill one day when I gave a pretend dollar to someone, [and he handed back some real coins for me to put into my special purse. Keep the change! he told me with a wink. Now the clerk rang up the little girl s medicine, while she shakily pulled out a coupon, a dollar bill and some coins. I watched her blush as she tried to count her money, and I could see right away that she was about a dollar short. With a quick wink to the clerk, | 
