Today at the farmer's market a young woman bartered with the produce guy to let her have four peaches for $2 instead of the whole basket for $5. She initially asked how many peaches for $2 and he told her 2 or 3. It was clear she had need of four peaches, and he capitulated. She finished her careful shopping, examining all of the WIC foods. I checked out before she finished and I paid for the peaches (dessert tonight for the kids?) and told the clerk not to say who paid for them, just that they were paid for. She can use that $2 for some milk, perhaps, later on.

SRS (who was running on fumes herself until today when the child support check cleared. . .)