Not crispy crackling notes but pocket-crumpled: She’d tried to hand them over casually, as if the money didn’t mean that much. As if she really could afford to do this. As if it weren’t significant or scary. Her change was taking quite some time to come. She pushed away the urge to thrust her hand out, demand her due. She knew that change was owing. At least she thought it was. And then doubt struck her. Did she appear ridiculous, demanding? Hadn’t it been enough?
She’d been mistaken. She should’ve known: no matter what she offered, no change would come.